DancE SinG GoD FReED
i believe in magic..
Therefore.. i find iT everywHeRe
everYday alWays now.. and tHere
was a now.. where i did not have the
ability to believe in anything.. as the belief
is the magic unto itself.. a human emoTioN
that moves the mountains of possibilities.. far
and farther away.. from the empirical science of
sticks and stones.. and with every variable
of moving.. connecting.. and creating..
magic becomes stronger and much
greaTeR As pArt of ReaLITy noW..
so iN looking for a hidden
dot of Mercury crossing
the Sun noW tHis afternoon..
then i come across something
much greater as iPhone 6s
and cotton candy Sun
Now makes MaGiC
reaL iN sKeYes noW
oF God Free.. yeS iN
mY eYes aS WeLL..2
so.. i SinG a SonG
of Art Free wITh
MaGiC dreAMs
oF CLoud
Art iN
RainBow
color sKeYes
oF FiRe.. hiGher
and hiGheR aNd thAT
rEmiNds me of ’83 or so..
and watching Michael Jackson
dance somewhere around the now
of ‘Thriller.’. and thInKinG i should be
dancing freer un-like that stiff robot
style of locked hips..
and arms hidden
by sides.. of i
then limited
to the ‘Disco
Club 2001’.. then..
but seriously.. terrified
to go anywhere to any bar
without a six pack of courage..
and hell no.. not in abs.. in cans
as it were then.. and after watching
another God Story on National
Geographic with host
Morgan Freeman..
on Miracles tonight..
and remembering
the now back then..
me so shy out of
any environment
really but work..
and even
nervous
about
going to see
some extended in-law
family event at King Middle
School.. with much younger
niece Candie back then..
as i had gone to such
a rut passing out
shoes even then
fast forward to
about 10 years
later or so
at around
’93.. or more..
so.. yes.. to think..
20 years later than
that and 30 years later
than ’83.. in ’13.. i would
embark on a public dance
journey noW eNcompasSinG
5348 miles since the
end of August
2013.. named
as legend of
dance by
audiences
around town..
Miracles are real..
truly they are.. when
one becomes fearless..
and just does it a new
way now.. and truly it
helps to work for
creativity
instead
of restrictive
bucks that tale ya..
how and how ya can
or cannot serve God
oF aLL wITh True
WiLL come to
fruition iN
Fearless
Love..
So Yes..
i finAlly remembered
my TrUe WiLL as Michael
Jackson sort of says in the
theme song here.. and the
rest.. hehe.. is recorded
history oF THaT onLine..;)
Therefore.. i find iT everywHeRe
everYday alWays now.. and tHere
was a now.. where i did not have the
ability to believe in anything.. as the belief
is the magic unto itself.. a human emoTioN
that moves the mountains of possibilities.. far
and farther away.. from the empirical science of
sticks and stones.. and with every variable
of moving.. connecting.. and creating..
magic becomes stronger and much
greaTeR As pArt of ReaLITy noW..
so iN looking for a hidden
dot of Mercury crossing
the Sun noW tHis afternoon..
then i come across something
much greater as iPhone 6s
and cotton candy Sun
Now makes MaGiC
reaL iN sKeYes noW
oF God Free.. yeS iN
mY eYes aS WeLL..2
so.. i SinG a SonG
of Art Free wITh
MaGiC dreAMs
oF CLoud
Art iN
RainBow
color sKeYes
oF FiRe.. hiGher
and hiGheR aNd thAT
rEmiNds me of ’83 or so..
and watching Michael Jackson
dance somewhere around the now
of ‘Thriller.’. and thInKinG i should be
dancing freer un-like that stiff robot
style of locked hips..
and arms hidden
by sides.. of i
then limited
to the ‘Disco
Club 2001’.. then..
but seriously.. terrified
to go anywhere to any bar
without a six pack of courage..
and hell no.. not in abs.. in cans
as it were then.. and after watching
another God Story on National
Geographic with host
Morgan Freeman..
on Miracles tonight..
and remembering
the now back then..
me so shy out of
any environment
really but work..
and even
nervous
about
going to see
some extended in-law
family event at King Middle
School.. with much younger
niece Candie back then..
as i had gone to such
a rut passing out
shoes even then
fast forward to
about 10 years
later or so
at around
’93.. or more..
so.. yes.. to think..
20 years later than
that and 30 years later
than ’83.. in ’13.. i would
embark on a public dance
journey noW eNcompasSinG
5348 miles since the
end of August
2013.. named
as legend of
dance by
audiences
around town..
Miracles are real..
truly they are.. when
one becomes fearless..
and just does it a new
way now.. and truly it
helps to work for
creativity
instead
of restrictive
bucks that tale ya..
how and how ya can
or cannot serve God
oF aLL wITh True
WiLL come to
fruition iN
Fearless
Love..
So Yes..
i finAlly remembered
my TrUe WiLL as Michael
Jackson sort of says in the
theme song here.. and the
rest.. hehe.. is recorded
history oF THaT onLine..;)
420
A story of a screen.. no.. not my computer.. a window screen of prison..
Yes.. the screen that let’s the air flow.. but another screen on the other
side of my bed will allow for that and bathroom window screen
as well.. anyway.. Hurricane Ivan
damaged our screens back
in ’04.. and instead
of repairing
them we opted
to store them in
the shed and put that
off for another day.. Well..
that other day came and comes
this week.. when my sister’s friend
repairs them all for free and installs
them too.. which was very nice of her..
as i ain’t much of a blue collar guy these
days in ways of manual labor.. as such..
but as i’ve often reported.. the worst
pArt of my 66 months of hell
was losing my emotional
regulation and sensory
integration.. and
abilities
to move..
connect and
create in artful
iMagiNaTiOn
ways toward
creativity.. and
granted a close to five
decades or so of external
goals for rewards of grades or
money behavior.. just about erased
my imagination and creativity for around
4 decades.. particularly in the red state
fundamentalist Christian area i
lived in as stuff like art ..
including dance..
and even F
iN smiling
ear to ear
was not something
allowed by the bully
so-called Christian
boys.. if you didn’t wanna
get ostracized out of the social
circle or even worse.. beat up..
and although i was skin and bones
my somewhat unusual height of 5 foot
10 at age 13.. likely prevented that as
even at skinny.. height has its
advantages in a fight
as far as
reach of
whatever fists
exist and such
as that.. anyway..
back to emotions.. beauty
is an emotion.. hell no… not
just objective data from something
good looking.. and to lose the ability
to feel the beauty of a sunset is an incredible
loss of true magic in life.. and pArt of why i love
photography so much.. is the iPhone 5.. with the
retina display i purchased in March of 2013.. was
the first color display i could stand with my eye pain..
since even before i became disabled in 2008.. yes
the eye pain in stimulus of colors started well before
then in the Winter to Summer of 2007.. about the
same time i got chilled in the air of 100
degree temperatures in July.. 2007..
which was the strangest
thing ever.. for
me as always
a rather hot
blooded individual W/temp..
of 103 then.. as ‘Foreigner’
might say.. and now that i have
my senses regulated.. 33 or 103..
is comfortable to me.. in relative
terms.. of course.. so i increase my
ability to feel beauty and my ability
to imagine more to expand my horizons
of human magic through the art of photography
and while someone is just seeing an advertisement
in the mall.. i am feeling a masterpiece of God as
Manifest by human.. albeit motivated by bucks..
iT matters not as my imagination can make It
into a masterpiece of wonder..
expanding my being in
mind and body balance
soUl.. iN heARt oF emoTioNs
MoVinG ConnecTinG mE wiTh
aLL oF NatUre.. and cultUre..
as SpiRit both FeeLinG
and ExpreSsinG iN GiVinG
shaRinG ways.. and after
losing all of that when
the God of Nature shoWed
mE REAL HUMAN HeLL and the
Dante Rings of depth therein without
a drop of manna to drInk.. i pay God and
aLL oF God’s Nature back my shaRinG
inSights through introspection and much
greATer iMaGiNaTion.. in Creativity than
i could ever iMaGinE iN HeAveNoW.. tHEN..
so to make a longer story
sTiLL CoMinG shorter
i woke up and
saw the
prison bars
of Feng shui wHere
as the God Story of Miracles
last night so aptly described as
Fish Swum by water of Life and
Birds carried by the air instead
of Swimming Fish and Flying
birds.. iN the interconnectedness
of Nature one.. not unlike the
Dao way of Being too..
and no longer
is that escape
in my bedroom prisoned
by bars of screen that stop
5 feet away.. inStead oF floWinG
iN ZoNE of Nature through all the
Beauty of LiFe in my yard..
AND every single
photo
on my blog
is sacred to me..
as trUly aLL iS Connected
in God’s eYes from head to toe
to Galaxies beyond and subatomic
particles and BEyonD below as well
as above.. so that Window is not just
a window and some pretty plants outside
that WinDow is a sacred WinDoW to God..
wHere i put my foot down instead of saying
yes dear.. as one who knows what to do to
stay married.. says to the wife.. and i said
that screen is going back in the shed
now.. i’m taking it down now..
and the wife is not
too happy
but i have
sympathy
for one not so lucky
as i too be damned to hell
to find out the full expanse of
the gifts of God that are as simple
as the heaven of a room with a view..
as before.. there was no imagination..
no moving.. and connecting art of
life for me.. all there was
was hell..
and i for one
ain’t going back tHere
aGaiN.. and WiLL do aLL i KinD
to lEnd to otHeRs eYes that see and
bE heaVen noW.. in the Kingdom of GOD
REAL.. and it shouldn’t be surprising
that folks see God’s in the sky above..
when there was time for imagination
in the eternal etheralsphere.. of now..
for the ancient Greeks and Romans
to see chariots of Gods in
council of clouds iN
sKeYes.. ’cause
i saw them
too In
IMAginAtIon of pattern
SeeKinG way when i finAlly
Healed and returned to my
5 year-old state of bEinG before
entering hell.. yeah.. like when i was
three and could sense and feel God inside..
outside.. above.. so below.. and all around
as Nature.. just in a casual back yard
toddler stroll looking across
the River
of
Feng Shui..
also kNoWn..
sTiLL noW as the
black water river that
once was named as the
entry point to briar bush
banks of HELL also known
as Milton.. it’s true.. i grew up
on what was once literAlly named
as the bank of HELL.. before the thorns
of briars were removed.. and a mill
town for lumber to build replaced
HELL.. well.. for me.. i saw
heaven first.. per the
Kingdom of God
felt and sensed..
in God’s all
connected
way then
in Feng Shui
way.. and true it became
hell again all over the place
for me.. but it was culture that
took that away.. and my willingness
to accept the illusions and rules thereof
and therein.. as cog in the machine of
human derived rules away from
God’s Nature.. i play
with God now..
and let other human’s
play with tools of separation..
and sure my wife will speak to
me again.. later today sometime..
but the truth is all there is.. is time
in hell.. so she can have all she wants
as i cannot convince her of the Heaven
i see and feel out that Window.. and if i
cannot convince the person i live with both
through hell and heaven.. how can i expect
to convince anyone else
heaven is real now.. WeLL
yeS.. lesSon
oF patience
in HeLL.. the Devil
knoWs better after
the fALL iN DArk NiGht of SoUl..
and wITh return to AngEL noW..
Fear is the killer of all that is good in
life.. all that is the Kingdom of God that is
Good and all that is Good that human
being feels and senses.. to lose
any freedom.. to repress
any sensuality.. feeling
or other sense that
does not harm
someone
else is
a path
away from
wE GoD Free.. eternAlly noW
and i feel so sorry for someone
like Michael Jackson.. so full of art
and creativity.. and obviously so full of
fear from a childhood.. of abuse in forcing
perfection of rules oF art on him.. where his only
way to escape that was controlling his environment..
until one day the anxiety drove him to sleepless nights..
and the only escape was suicide for him.. and after 40
days of almost no sleep for me.. i can relate
to that kind of hell..
but it’s the same
with my wife..
a stepfather
standing over
her bed with a knife
when she was small.. one
of the only memories of her
childhood she has.. so her way
of dealing with that is obsessive compulsive
control over everything in her environment
that she can.. not unlike Oprah Winfrey..
who has so many fabulous homes..
after being raped when young…
or Joel Osteen.. and
his 10 million dollar
home.. perhaps
some bullies
called him
queer as
a pretty boy smiling
too.. threatening to beat
him up if he didn’t become a
man.. i haven’t looked into it closely
but just with my empath eyes.. recently
seeing him on a show before the mask comes
with his show of positive ways of dealing with
life that i applaud for what he does in
transforming the modern Christian
religion into one of
Christ the spirit
of Love away
from fear.. as human
archetype iN excellence
oF hUman huwomanifest
as God in temple oF
human being
flesh and blood..
but sTiLL.. most
anyone who has material
excess lacks a fuLL heARt..
SpiRit.. and SoUL of mInD
and body balance.. as there
is so much heaven all around..
inside.. outside.. above.. so below..
in just naked flesh being carried
by the Winds of God in Sands
of free.. Dancing
with the Gravity
of God
instead
of Against God’s GraViTy
in PriSons.. of cultUre
and fear.. of hell ways
and demon devils
being reaL noW..
there iS an Art to soUl..
in moVinG CreaTinG
and Connecting
Real liFe noW..
and theRe can NoW
bE a science oF cognitive
empathy iN attempts
to help save
folks from
hell of fear
back to Heaven of
what can be Potential
Sacred Love aLL as the Christ
metaphor and archetype of
human SinGs
a SonG of SoUL..
yeah.. baby.. at the end
and the beginning.. the
finish and stARt of liFe
aLways noW iT iS aLL thAT
iS
aLL
aBout
soUl..
and how i wish
to see the sMiLe
of Heaven everlasting
eternAlly noW on otHeR
hUman bEinGs noW besides
jUst mE.. as yes.. even
iN HeaVen it CAN
gET
lonELy
@NoW….
And Now i smell
Pine Sol.. and my grandmother
who was psychologically and
physically abused by both
her Father and Husband..
and how she scrubbed those
floors from day to night
after picking cotton
to raise her
sisters..
after waitressing
for 12 hours a day..
to support my mother
and how she finALLy
broke down and could
no longer do it.. and how
my mother supported her.. then
for the rest of her life.. and
how my sister and i but much
more my sister does that for
my mother now.. and how an
extended family of help no longer
exists as much in western so-called
first world civilizations now.. where
clean up crews take care of the remains
of old folks in apartments in Japan
as they have lost all connections
with other human beings in flesh
and blood noW wHere technology
reiGns over flesh… and
how my wife’s greatest
fear.. having no children.. is being
left all alone in later life.. and how
Yellow Boy is truly all her
Love now.. and how
she cannot relate
to what i am
anymore..
as i cannot
be controlled any more
as just the floor as she
mops it now clean more..
and how allone i feel
yet how alone i can
feel she is.. but
how i cannot
take away
the everlasting
fear of childhood abuse..
not having enough to eat..
and living with little to less
trust in the good
of the world..
as she too was
abused at school..
for having to get those
reduced lunches and not
having the pretty clothes of
other girls.. the world sucks
when people hoard and forget
to give and share.. the world sucks
when folks don’t have an early loving
extended family and village environment..
when the human touch is King and Queen
over material items to buy at SuperWalmart
and store in garages.. when cars become
Lovers.. and homes become God..
when clothes become
sacred
and naked
becomes
evil..
life sucks..
i make love to
liFenoW FucK THAT…
ALONE i MAY BE
BUT ALLONE i stay… aLiVE..
and the best thing about writing and
expreSsinG emoTioNs like this is i remember
why i Loved my Grandmother so much and
from my last post my friend Renee..
and of course Katrina too.. as they
struggled so much with a history of
abuse.. and Michael
Jackson too.. for i can
shed tears freely now..FReED..
without fear of some ignorant
Christian Red State boy for calling
me queer.. as i’ve worked my way
up to heaVen.. and no REAL FOOL..
WILL EVER TAKE THAT WAY FROM THIS SACRED FOOLnoW..
but true ‘they’ kNow and feel not what they do.. as they live in
REAL PURGATORY
OR
HELL.. AND that’s
the sAddest pARt oF aLL..
an opaque window thAT
has no
window @aLL
to heavenOw…
i AiM to BREAK THAT..
wITh FucKinG per·se·ver·ance..
iN “DancE SonG mY SoUl”.. yeS!..
and that’s the new naMe oF mY
approaching 4 MilLion Word
poem AkA “KATiE MiA FredericK!iI”
noW as thiS WiLL eventually bE the
667th macro verse of that
as named too..
jUst that..
it’s not enough
to SinG the kNoWledge
oF the Kingdom of God as
Heaven noW.. one may DancE
iT better to find It to open
up the WiNdow and
Breathe Free FiNally..
sadly.. i cannot convince
the wife.. who looks in form
like a Natural Ballet Dancer
to do even one step
of dance
free floWinG
in Feng Shui way..
but iF like me at ’53..
or ’63.. or even ’93..
if she ever takes
that first
step to
dance free..
freeing the emotions
of her body.. from the
tensions of fears iN past..
in regulation of heaven..
integrating her senses
from head to toe..
feeling the
sensuality
of ecstasy
when the entire
body is one sexual
organ from head to
toe in mind and body
balance of MaKinG Love
to God free within.. outside..
above.. so below and all around FReED
kinda like mE..
anyWay.. the challenge
of liFe gOes oN.. i woNe
thE tEst oF FReED.. and all iS
left is the greAteSt challenge
to even take the closest
one’s to me..
to HeaVenoW..
wITh a spArk thaT
works for them..
or at lEast
a hint..
to the bliss..
the Nirvana of the Kingdom of God Heaven
INherITance Free thAT caN bE wEfreeforALL..:)
Yes.. the screen that let’s the air flow.. but another screen on the other
side of my bed will allow for that and bathroom window screen
as well.. anyway.. Hurricane Ivan
damaged our screens back
in ’04.. and instead
of repairing
them we opted
to store them in
the shed and put that
off for another day.. Well..
that other day came and comes
this week.. when my sister’s friend
repairs them all for free and installs
them too.. which was very nice of her..
as i ain’t much of a blue collar guy these
days in ways of manual labor.. as such..
but as i’ve often reported.. the worst
pArt of my 66 months of hell
was losing my emotional
regulation and sensory
integration.. and
abilities
to move..
connect and
create in artful
iMagiNaTiOn
ways toward
creativity.. and
granted a close to five
decades or so of external
goals for rewards of grades or
money behavior.. just about erased
my imagination and creativity for around
4 decades.. particularly in the red state
fundamentalist Christian area i
lived in as stuff like art ..
including dance..
and even F
iN smiling
ear to ear
was not something
allowed by the bully
so-called Christian
boys.. if you didn’t wanna
get ostracized out of the social
circle or even worse.. beat up..
and although i was skin and bones
my somewhat unusual height of 5 foot
10 at age 13.. likely prevented that as
even at skinny.. height has its
advantages in a fight
as far as
reach of
whatever fists
exist and such
as that.. anyway..
back to emotions.. beauty
is an emotion.. hell no… not
just objective data from something
good looking.. and to lose the ability
to feel the beauty of a sunset is an incredible
loss of true magic in life.. and pArt of why i love
photography so much.. is the iPhone 5.. with the
retina display i purchased in March of 2013.. was
the first color display i could stand with my eye pain..
since even before i became disabled in 2008.. yes
the eye pain in stimulus of colors started well before
then in the Winter to Summer of 2007.. about the
same time i got chilled in the air of 100
degree temperatures in July.. 2007..
which was the strangest
thing ever.. for
me as always
a rather hot
blooded individual W/temp..
of 103 then.. as ‘Foreigner’
might say.. and now that i have
my senses regulated.. 33 or 103..
is comfortable to me.. in relative
terms.. of course.. so i increase my
ability to feel beauty and my ability
to imagine more to expand my horizons
of human magic through the art of photography
and while someone is just seeing an advertisement
in the mall.. i am feeling a masterpiece of God as
Manifest by human.. albeit motivated by bucks..
iT matters not as my imagination can make It
into a masterpiece of wonder..
expanding my being in
mind and body balance
soUl.. iN heARt oF emoTioNs
MoVinG ConnecTinG mE wiTh
aLL oF NatUre.. and cultUre..
as SpiRit both FeeLinG
and ExpreSsinG iN GiVinG
shaRinG ways.. and after
losing all of that when
the God of Nature shoWed
mE REAL HUMAN HeLL and the
Dante Rings of depth therein without
a drop of manna to drInk.. i pay God and
aLL oF God’s Nature back my shaRinG
inSights through introspection and much
greATer iMaGiNaTion.. in Creativity than
i could ever iMaGinE iN HeAveNoW.. tHEN..
so to make a longer story
sTiLL CoMinG shorter
i woke up and
saw the
prison bars
of Feng shui wHere
as the God Story of Miracles
last night so aptly described as
Fish Swum by water of Life and
Birds carried by the air instead
of Swimming Fish and Flying
birds.. iN the interconnectedness
of Nature one.. not unlike the
Dao way of Being too..
and no longer
is that escape
in my bedroom prisoned
by bars of screen that stop
5 feet away.. inStead oF floWinG
iN ZoNE of Nature through all the
Beauty of LiFe in my yard..
AND every single
photo
on my blog
is sacred to me..
as trUly aLL iS Connected
in God’s eYes from head to toe
to Galaxies beyond and subatomic
particles and BEyonD below as well
as above.. so that Window is not just
a window and some pretty plants outside
that WinDow is a sacred WinDoW to God..
wHere i put my foot down instead of saying
yes dear.. as one who knows what to do to
stay married.. says to the wife.. and i said
that screen is going back in the shed
now.. i’m taking it down now..
and the wife is not
too happy
but i have
sympathy
for one not so lucky
as i too be damned to hell
to find out the full expanse of
the gifts of God that are as simple
as the heaven of a room with a view..
as before.. there was no imagination..
no moving.. and connecting art of
life for me.. all there was
was hell..
and i for one
ain’t going back tHere
aGaiN.. and WiLL do aLL i KinD
to lEnd to otHeRs eYes that see and
bE heaVen noW.. in the Kingdom of GOD
REAL.. and it shouldn’t be surprising
that folks see God’s in the sky above..
when there was time for imagination
in the eternal etheralsphere.. of now..
for the ancient Greeks and Romans
to see chariots of Gods in
council of clouds iN
sKeYes.. ’cause
i saw them
too In
IMAginAtIon of pattern
SeeKinG way when i finAlly
Healed and returned to my
5 year-old state of bEinG before
entering hell.. yeah.. like when i was
three and could sense and feel God inside..
outside.. above.. so below.. and all around
as Nature.. just in a casual back yard
toddler stroll looking across
the River
of
Feng Shui..
also kNoWn..
sTiLL noW as the
black water river that
once was named as the
entry point to briar bush
banks of HELL also known
as Milton.. it’s true.. i grew up
on what was once literAlly named
as the bank of HELL.. before the thorns
of briars were removed.. and a mill
town for lumber to build replaced
HELL.. well.. for me.. i saw
heaven first.. per the
Kingdom of God
felt and sensed..
in God’s all
connected
way then
in Feng Shui
way.. and true it became
hell again all over the place
for me.. but it was culture that
took that away.. and my willingness
to accept the illusions and rules thereof
and therein.. as cog in the machine of
human derived rules away from
God’s Nature.. i play
with God now..
and let other human’s
play with tools of separation..
and sure my wife will speak to
me again.. later today sometime..
but the truth is all there is.. is time
in hell.. so she can have all she wants
as i cannot convince her of the Heaven
i see and feel out that Window.. and if i
cannot convince the person i live with both
through hell and heaven.. how can i expect
to convince anyone else
heaven is real now.. WeLL
yeS.. lesSon
oF patience
in HeLL.. the Devil
knoWs better after
the fALL iN DArk NiGht of SoUl..
and wITh return to AngEL noW..
Fear is the killer of all that is good in
life.. all that is the Kingdom of God that is
Good and all that is Good that human
being feels and senses.. to lose
any freedom.. to repress
any sensuality.. feeling
or other sense that
does not harm
someone
else is
a path
away from
wE GoD Free.. eternAlly noW
and i feel so sorry for someone
like Michael Jackson.. so full of art
and creativity.. and obviously so full of
fear from a childhood.. of abuse in forcing
perfection of rules oF art on him.. where his only
way to escape that was controlling his environment..
until one day the anxiety drove him to sleepless nights..
and the only escape was suicide for him.. and after 40
days of almost no sleep for me.. i can relate
to that kind of hell..
but it’s the same
with my wife..
a stepfather
standing over
her bed with a knife
when she was small.. one
of the only memories of her
childhood she has.. so her way
of dealing with that is obsessive compulsive
control over everything in her environment
that she can.. not unlike Oprah Winfrey..
who has so many fabulous homes..
after being raped when young…
or Joel Osteen.. and
his 10 million dollar
home.. perhaps
some bullies
called him
queer as
a pretty boy smiling
too.. threatening to beat
him up if he didn’t become a
man.. i haven’t looked into it closely
but just with my empath eyes.. recently
seeing him on a show before the mask comes
with his show of positive ways of dealing with
life that i applaud for what he does in
transforming the modern Christian
religion into one of
Christ the spirit
of Love away
from fear.. as human
archetype iN excellence
oF hUman huwomanifest
as God in temple oF
human being
flesh and blood..
but sTiLL.. most
anyone who has material
excess lacks a fuLL heARt..
SpiRit.. and SoUL of mInD
and body balance.. as there
is so much heaven all around..
inside.. outside.. above.. so below..
in just naked flesh being carried
by the Winds of God in Sands
of free.. Dancing
with the Gravity
of God
instead
of Against God’s GraViTy
in PriSons.. of cultUre
and fear.. of hell ways
and demon devils
being reaL noW..
there iS an Art to soUl..
in moVinG CreaTinG
and Connecting
Real liFe noW..
and theRe can NoW
bE a science oF cognitive
empathy iN attempts
to help save
folks from
hell of fear
back to Heaven of
what can be Potential
Sacred Love aLL as the Christ
metaphor and archetype of
human SinGs
a SonG of SoUL..
yeah.. baby.. at the end
and the beginning.. the
finish and stARt of liFe
aLways noW iT iS aLL thAT
iS
aLL
aBout
soUl..
and how i wish
to see the sMiLe
of Heaven everlasting
eternAlly noW on otHeR
hUman bEinGs noW besides
jUst mE.. as yes.. even
iN HeaVen it CAN
gET
lonELy
@NoW….
And Now i smell
Pine Sol.. and my grandmother
who was psychologically and
physically abused by both
her Father and Husband..
and how she scrubbed those
floors from day to night
after picking cotton
to raise her
sisters..
after waitressing
for 12 hours a day..
to support my mother
and how she finALLy
broke down and could
no longer do it.. and how
my mother supported her.. then
for the rest of her life.. and
how my sister and i but much
more my sister does that for
my mother now.. and how an
extended family of help no longer
exists as much in western so-called
first world civilizations now.. where
clean up crews take care of the remains
of old folks in apartments in Japan
as they have lost all connections
with other human beings in flesh
and blood noW wHere technology
reiGns over flesh… and
how my wife’s greatest
fear.. having no children.. is being
left all alone in later life.. and how
Yellow Boy is truly all her
Love now.. and how
she cannot relate
to what i am
anymore..
as i cannot
be controlled any more
as just the floor as she
mops it now clean more..
and how allone i feel
yet how alone i can
feel she is.. but
how i cannot
take away
the everlasting
fear of childhood abuse..
not having enough to eat..
and living with little to less
trust in the good
of the world..
as she too was
abused at school..
for having to get those
reduced lunches and not
having the pretty clothes of
other girls.. the world sucks
when people hoard and forget
to give and share.. the world sucks
when folks don’t have an early loving
extended family and village environment..
when the human touch is King and Queen
over material items to buy at SuperWalmart
and store in garages.. when cars become
Lovers.. and homes become God..
when clothes become
sacred
and naked
becomes
evil..
life sucks..
i make love to
liFenoW FucK THAT…
ALONE i MAY BE
BUT ALLONE i stay… aLiVE..
and the best thing about writing and
expreSsinG emoTioNs like this is i remember
why i Loved my Grandmother so much and
from my last post my friend Renee..
and of course Katrina too.. as they
struggled so much with a history of
abuse.. and Michael
Jackson too.. for i can
shed tears freely now..FReED..
without fear of some ignorant
Christian Red State boy for calling
me queer.. as i’ve worked my way
up to heaVen.. and no REAL FOOL..
WILL EVER TAKE THAT WAY FROM THIS SACRED FOOLnoW..
but true ‘they’ kNow and feel not what they do.. as they live in
REAL PURGATORY
OR
HELL.. AND that’s
the sAddest pARt oF aLL..
an opaque window thAT
has no
window @aLL
to heavenOw…
i AiM to BREAK THAT..
wITh FucKinG per·se·ver·ance..
iN “DancE SonG mY SoUl”.. yeS!..
and that’s the new naMe oF mY
approaching 4 MilLion Word
poem AkA “KATiE MiA FredericK!iI”
noW as thiS WiLL eventually bE the
667th macro verse of that
as named too..
jUst that..
it’s not enough
to SinG the kNoWledge
oF the Kingdom of God as
Heaven noW.. one may DancE
iT better to find It to open
up the WiNdow and
Breathe Free FiNally..
sadly.. i cannot convince
the wife.. who looks in form
like a Natural Ballet Dancer
to do even one step
of dance
free floWinG
in Feng Shui way..
but iF like me at ’53..
or ’63.. or even ’93..
if she ever takes
that first
step to
dance free..
freeing the emotions
of her body.. from the
tensions of fears iN past..
in regulation of heaven..
integrating her senses
from head to toe..
feeling the
sensuality
of ecstasy
when the entire
body is one sexual
organ from head to
toe in mind and body
balance of MaKinG Love
to God free within.. outside..
above.. so below and all around FReED
kinda like mE..
anyWay.. the challenge
of liFe gOes oN.. i woNe
thE tEst oF FReED.. and all iS
left is the greAteSt challenge
to even take the closest
one’s to me..
to HeaVenoW..
wITh a spArk thaT
works for them..
or at lEast
a hint..
to the bliss..
the Nirvana of the Kingdom of God Heaven
INherITance Free thAT caN bE wEfreeforALL..:)
2859
sMiLes.. my friend Candice
thefeathered sleep… at 13..
before the boys tOld me i can’t
smile.. i wrote a play.. and a Christmas
story that won a prize among 80 kids
in two homeroom way..
my greAtEst surpriZe.. as
i could not logically..
analytically..
mathematically..
in equation way..
figure out wHere the
heaVen in heLL those
emoTioN fillED words
cAMe from then..
and then all went
away except for a spark
in a philosophy class at 18..
wHere the oNe oF aLLInterdependent
Connectedness surfaces in words then..
uknoWinGest.. to me anywhere above..
collective unconsciousness archetypes
then.. of bEinG dEEpeR stEePed as
tea in text book ways..
so now.. i dreAM and
wRite as sAme butt mY frIEnd
tHere is no Heaven iN online but
words of i.. to give.. to share.. nothing
in return but silence most often.. and
that is wHy i dAnce.. i move.. connect..
and create in feat of feet.. as i feel iT aLL
more than iMaGiNaTioN alone.. tHeRe IS
A MinD tHere IS A BoDy.. but without both
iN MoVinG ConnEcTinG waYs oF CreatiViTy
as hEArt tHere is less than two ones of K 11 hOldinG
HAnds at H 8 oF INfInity eternAlly noW aka Heaven
NoW the BliSs the NirVana Satori aLwAYs noW..
and trUe rarEly in public does someone say
may i have this dance wITh yoU NoW..
but iT matters noT..
as after 5348 miles in
33 months noW.. most
everywHeRe i go.. someone
WiLL sMiLE aT mE wHeRever
i go.. in the metro area HeaR
of distance MoVinG
ConnecTinG..
CreaTinG mE
DancE and SonG
oF SoUL noW and the
fools who see only the
fool of me without the sacred
pArt i Live within.. are MiSsinG
something iN liFe i wOUld LovE
to sHare iF they woULd juST
take a
Dance
from
mE..
i gET so lonely at
tIMes online too.. mY friEnd..
trYing to leave a Nautilust
shEll of aLL i kNoW.. FeeL.. and
SensE.. whiLe this staRbursT
creaTiViTy eXits as mE..
but i kNow
sEnse and
FeeL thAT
Heaven
iS onLY
a Dance A Way
and when i have enough
of thiS online thinG.. i juSt
do iT as i AM A Dance oF sTAr2..:)
thefeathered sleep… at 13..
before the boys tOld me i can’t
smile.. i wrote a play.. and a Christmas
story that won a prize among 80 kids
in two homeroom way..
my greAtEst surpriZe.. as
i could not logically..
analytically..
mathematically..
in equation way..
figure out wHere the
heaVen in heLL those
emoTioN fillED words
cAMe from then..
and then all went
away except for a spark
in a philosophy class at 18..
wHere the oNe oF aLLInterdependent
Connectedness surfaces in words then..
uknoWinGest.. to me anywhere above..
collective unconsciousness archetypes
then.. of bEinG dEEpeR stEePed as
tea in text book ways..
so now.. i dreAM and
wRite as sAme butt mY frIEnd
tHere is no Heaven iN online but
words of i.. to give.. to share.. nothing
in return but silence most often.. and
that is wHy i dAnce.. i move.. connect..
and create in feat of feet.. as i feel iT aLL
more than iMaGiNaTioN alone.. tHeRe IS
A MinD tHere IS A BoDy.. but without both
iN MoVinG ConnEcTinG waYs oF CreatiViTy
as hEArt tHere is less than two ones of K 11 hOldinG
HAnds at H 8 oF INfInity eternAlly noW aka Heaven
NoW the BliSs the NirVana Satori aLwAYs noW..
and trUe rarEly in public does someone say
may i have this dance wITh yoU NoW..
but iT matters noT..
as after 5348 miles in
33 months noW.. most
everywHeRe i go.. someone
WiLL sMiLE aT mE wHeRever
i go.. in the metro area HeaR
of distance MoVinG
ConnecTinG..
CreaTinG mE
DancE and SonG
oF SoUL noW and the
fools who see only the
fool of me without the sacred
pArt i Live within.. are MiSsinG
something iN liFe i wOUld LovE
to sHare iF they woULd juST
take a
Dance
from
mE..
i gET so lonely at
tIMes online too.. mY friEnd..
trYing to leave a Nautilust
shEll of aLL i kNoW.. FeeL.. and
SensE.. whiLe this staRbursT
creaTiViTy eXits as mE..
but i kNow
sEnse and
FeeL thAT
Heaven
iS onLY
a Dance A Way
and when i have enough
of thiS online thinG.. i juSt
do iT as i AM A Dance oF sTAr2..:)
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SMIles..
my friEnd..
i miss Rosalinda’s
eYes.. yet my mother
was not Spanish.. my Grandmother
half as Cajun and there was a half
Cuban/Irish girlfriend of similar
named SoNia way back
when.. yes.. at
18 then..
and it’s funny
as when she left..
is reAlly when i found
more of the EmoTions
of mE than ever beFore..
as modern science suggests
today.. heartbreak is the escape
of oxytocin touch.. and serotonin
trust.. but the dopamine of creativity
rises… to get Love again.. in Artful
ways of attracting flesh and
blood again..
so it wasn’t SoNia
reAlly that i missed..
it was the art of sadness
i fOUnd iN mE.. thE Rosalinda
eYes of i.. fouNd finAlly iN aLL
the bitter sweet liFe thaT is
MaGiC through
bliss
and grief..
as change comes
and wE GroW moRe
to see the beauty of both
dArk and liGht and iF you remember
that SonG as i am kinda on a Billy Joel
kick this morning.. and now back to Rosalinda’s
eyes.. i aM thaT FucKinG
Crazy Latin
Dancing Solo
Down iN Herald
Square at 5348
miles now at
33 months coming
at the end of tHis May
noW.. anD wheRever i go..
tHere IS A SMiLe oF soMe girL/Woman
from 18 above and below and even aT noWs..
80 and above.. but the bottom line iS
Crazy Latin Dancing Solo Heralding
LiFE
makes
Happy Real..
and i FucKinG
Love crazy as much
as RosaLinda’s eYeS noW..:)
my friEnd..
i miss Rosalinda’s
eYes.. yet my mother
was not Spanish.. my Grandmother
half as Cajun and there was a half
Cuban/Irish girlfriend of similar
named SoNia way back
when.. yes.. at
18 then..
and it’s funny
as when she left..
is reAlly when i found
more of the EmoTions
of mE than ever beFore..
as modern science suggests
today.. heartbreak is the escape
of oxytocin touch.. and serotonin
trust.. but the dopamine of creativity
rises… to get Love again.. in Artful
ways of attracting flesh and
blood again..
so it wasn’t SoNia
reAlly that i missed..
it was the art of sadness
i fOUnd iN mE.. thE Rosalinda
eYes of i.. fouNd finAlly iN aLL
the bitter sweet liFe thaT is
MaGiC through
bliss
and grief..
as change comes
and wE GroW moRe
to see the beauty of both
dArk and liGht and iF you remember
that SonG as i am kinda on a Billy Joel
kick this morning.. and now back to Rosalinda’s
eyes.. i aM thaT FucKinG
Crazy Latin
Dancing Solo
Down iN Herald
Square at 5348
miles now at
33 months coming
at the end of tHis May
noW.. anD wheRever i go..
tHere IS A SMiLe oF soMe girL/Woman
from 18 above and below and even aT noWs..
80 and above.. but the bottom line iS
Crazy Latin Dancing Solo Heralding
LiFE
makes
Happy Real..
and i FucKinG
Love crazy as much
as RosaLinda’s eYeS noW..:)
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A SonG oF SoUL for grief.. a sacred
waY for mE noW for sure.. and
‘After the Love is Gone’..
was the that song
for me for decades
as that was the
Song as mentioned
in my last post playing
when my first Love broke
up with me.. and so whenever
i wanted to feel that deep emotion
of sadness.. i could play it on keyboard
as a pianist for decades then.. and yes.. i have
a new one named “Come What May”.. for when our
cat Moby was sick.. and i knew we would not have
much time left with him.. and when he was with
me WiTh bright green eyes..
purring on my leg..
i played it facing
the reality of what
would be me making
the decision sooner than
later to end his life peacefully
rather than struggle of misery and suffering
as best as i could to make his last days
’till the end in comfort then..
and after spending over 5 years
without a tear.. without even
a memory of what a sMiLe
felt like or even
if i had
ever really
felt a laugh
in my liFe aT aLL
as when memories of emotions
go.. there is no reference point
as there are not even emotions
of memories left..
in a black
hole soul
of death living liFe..
so yes.. when my first tear
came in April of 2013.. when
we faced the decision to put down
Sunny Boy.. Yellow Boy’s heir
apparent Son.. as he was
injured in a fight
and found
to have
kitty aids
then.. by a 6
LB terror neighborhood
block cat named Oreo
who was not
even afraid
of the
largest
humans around the
block then.. a tear
came finAlly after the
event of putting him down..
and for the first time in over
5 years i felt strength in my
legs even though i still
retained my
ability to leg
press 500 LBS
with a weak feeling
in my entire body with
only pain that would never
go away.. until that moment
a tear of strength came.. and
what i cAMe to find Wisdom as then..
is that a tear is what makes us strongest
oF aLL.. and yes.. science even shows this
to be true now.. with dopamine increase
of innervating nerve muscles
stronger of course..
along with
creativity
and art in
MoVinG.. GroWinG
ConnecTinG.. MoTiVaTinG
MoRe way.. so i embrace
the sacredness of Grief now..
and my theory of why those sad
country music songs are so popular
to the patriarchs in the South
who are taught to
repress their
smiles.. their
laughs..
and EmoTioNs
overall by screaming
daddies that say get
tough boy.. dam it..
get tough
boy..
is it gived
’em an excuse noW
to be human for just
a little.. while. and it’s
probably why they Love Jesus
so much.. as that gives ’em a little
opportunity to express the divine feminine
Love that is God as much as WiLL and Strength
in Fearless way of patriarch men to protect the home
and family.. and Tribe/Nation as such.. so i will come
what may.. in bliss and grief.. as they are both connected
in LiGht
and DArk
as God oF aLL
of i as mE..wE
After the Love iS gOne
iS trUly juST an invitation
iN groWinG HeaVen more.. and iT
was so hard for mE to figure out the
bitter sweet trUth oF aLL oF thAT then..
as i lived in head instead of body
of emoTioNs full in sOuL
and balance
F iN MiNd
and bOdy both baLan-
CinG but now i Understand
so much better and use God
given Nature to my advantage
instead of escape..
Nature has mercy..
and to floW
WiTH NatUre
instead of E-scape
iN flight or flight
away from fight
oF aLL Of
DArk aNd LiGht
iN NiGht Of Day..
iS sImplY
liFe.. The giFt..
thE PreSent.. tHe NoW oF God..
And while no doctor or therapist could
give me a pill to get my emotions back..
i found my own cure.. and interestingly
in the Movie Captain America.. Civil WAr..
Iron Man develops a millions of dollars
technology that allows him
to three dimensionally
visit the trauma’s
of his life’s past
that have
’caused demons
of repressed emotions
and resulting somatic
distress locked in a
body that keeps battle
scars unresolved of
the heARt.. SpiRit..
and soUl in or out
of Balance
as such..
i found a cheaper way..
truly almost a free way to get
mine back.. supported by decades of
nerds finding an avenue to transport
emotions of music to an online haven
of soUl in YouTube way..
and the poeTry
of connecting
emoTions to Language
came to be guide posts
and signs back to the
heARt of i.. and one
particular
blog post
back in Spring
of 2013.. named
Autistic Love Letters
where i did that collage
of many of the folks and the
dog lost to me.. through ages
of slowly repressing the heARt
of i to escape the
misunderstood
path to groWing
that grief can bRing..
it was the spArk that stARted
bRinGinG me back to life.. and
there was a little online heart
break of a misunderstanding between
me and my first real online friend..
and a White Pearl of a new one
in July of 2013.. that
brought me back
to Life again.. aLL
yes.. the Saviors
of my liFe and
truly the cat
Oreo was the one
who initiated
the growth
of
my sOUl
back.. through
in ultimate effect
of killing one of
the greatest Love
of cats i had
then.. in
what was
left of
what i could
feel of anything then..
surprise.. surprise.. the dArk iS
liGht and the liGht can be dARk..
iT iS aLL onE.. grin and
bear it
as final
LeSsoN to me..
and for reference here..
the posts that truly cured
me.. the memory of Life..
and the help of
everyone
who brought
me back.. particularly
Steve Jobs.. as he got
that Retina Display to me..
in the initial spark of
beauty true..
to bRing
me Back to
Life as the
Job
cures
JOB.. a UniVErse
wE aLL aRe toGeTher
on forgotten
as
separate
noW.. the
saddest paRt
oF liFE is death in Living HeLLnoW..
but the hope is.. iT is tHeRe noW..
even at the dArkest liGht oF aLL..:)
waY for mE noW for sure.. and
‘After the Love is Gone’..
was the that song
for me for decades
as that was the
Song as mentioned
in my last post playing
when my first Love broke
up with me.. and so whenever
i wanted to feel that deep emotion
of sadness.. i could play it on keyboard
as a pianist for decades then.. and yes.. i have
a new one named “Come What May”.. for when our
cat Moby was sick.. and i knew we would not have
much time left with him.. and when he was with
me WiTh bright green eyes..
purring on my leg..
i played it facing
the reality of what
would be me making
the decision sooner than
later to end his life peacefully
rather than struggle of misery and suffering
as best as i could to make his last days
’till the end in comfort then..
and after spending over 5 years
without a tear.. without even
a memory of what a sMiLe
felt like or even
if i had
ever really
felt a laugh
in my liFe aT aLL
as when memories of emotions
go.. there is no reference point
as there are not even emotions
of memories left..
in a black
hole soul
of death living liFe..
so yes.. when my first tear
came in April of 2013.. when
we faced the decision to put down
Sunny Boy.. Yellow Boy’s heir
apparent Son.. as he was
injured in a fight
and found
to have
kitty aids
then.. by a 6
LB terror neighborhood
block cat named Oreo
who was not
even afraid
of the
largest
humans around the
block then.. a tear
came finAlly after the
event of putting him down..
and for the first time in over
5 years i felt strength in my
legs even though i still
retained my
ability to leg
press 500 LBS
with a weak feeling
in my entire body with
only pain that would never
go away.. until that moment
a tear of strength came.. and
what i cAMe to find Wisdom as then..
is that a tear is what makes us strongest
oF aLL.. and yes.. science even shows this
to be true now.. with dopamine increase
of innervating nerve muscles
stronger of course..
along with
creativity
and art in
MoVinG.. GroWinG
ConnecTinG.. MoTiVaTinG
MoRe way.. so i embrace
the sacredness of Grief now..
and my theory of why those sad
country music songs are so popular
to the patriarchs in the South
who are taught to
repress their
smiles.. their
laughs..
and EmoTioNs
overall by screaming
daddies that say get
tough boy.. dam it..
get tough
boy..
is it gived
’em an excuse noW
to be human for just
a little.. while. and it’s
probably why they Love Jesus
so much.. as that gives ’em a little
opportunity to express the divine feminine
Love that is God as much as WiLL and Strength
in Fearless way of patriarch men to protect the home
and family.. and Tribe/Nation as such.. so i will come
what may.. in bliss and grief.. as they are both connected
in LiGht
and DArk
as God oF aLL
of i as mE..wE
After the Love iS gOne
iS trUly juST an invitation
iN groWinG HeaVen more.. and iT
was so hard for mE to figure out the
bitter sweet trUth oF aLL oF thAT then..
as i lived in head instead of body
of emoTioNs full in sOuL
and balance
F iN MiNd
and bOdy both baLan-
CinG but now i Understand
so much better and use God
given Nature to my advantage
instead of escape..
Nature has mercy..
and to floW
WiTH NatUre
instead of E-scape
iN flight or flight
away from fight
oF aLL Of
DArk aNd LiGht
iN NiGht Of Day..
iS sImplY
liFe.. The giFt..
thE PreSent.. tHe NoW oF God..
And while no doctor or therapist could
give me a pill to get my emotions back..
i found my own cure.. and interestingly
in the Movie Captain America.. Civil WAr..
Iron Man develops a millions of dollars
technology that allows him
to three dimensionally
visit the trauma’s
of his life’s past
that have
’caused demons
of repressed emotions
and resulting somatic
distress locked in a
body that keeps battle
scars unresolved of
the heARt.. SpiRit..
and soUl in or out
of Balance
as such..
i found a cheaper way..
truly almost a free way to get
mine back.. supported by decades of
nerds finding an avenue to transport
emotions of music to an online haven
of soUl in YouTube way..
and the poeTry
of connecting
emoTions to Language
came to be guide posts
and signs back to the
heARt of i.. and one
particular
blog post
back in Spring
of 2013.. named
Autistic Love Letters
where i did that collage
of many of the folks and the
dog lost to me.. through ages
of slowly repressing the heARt
of i to escape the
misunderstood
path to groWing
that grief can bRing..
it was the spArk that stARted
bRinGinG me back to life.. and
there was a little online heart
break of a misunderstanding between
me and my first real online friend..
and a White Pearl of a new one
in July of 2013.. that
brought me back
to Life again.. aLL
yes.. the Saviors
of my liFe and
truly the cat
Oreo was the one
who initiated
the growth
of
my sOUl
back.. through
in ultimate effect
of killing one of
the greatest Love
of cats i had
then.. in
what was
left of
what i could
feel of anything then..
surprise.. surprise.. the dArk iS
liGht and the liGht can be dARk..
iT iS aLL onE.. grin and
bear it
as final
LeSsoN to me..
and for reference here..
the posts that truly cured
me.. the memory of Life..
and the help of
everyone
who brought
me back.. particularly
Steve Jobs.. as he got
that Retina Display to me..
in the initial spark of
beauty true..
to bRing
me Back to
Life as the
Job
cures
JOB.. a UniVErse
wE aLL aRe toGeTher
on forgotten
as
separate
noW.. the
saddest paRt
oF liFE is death in Living HeLLnoW..
but the hope is.. iT is tHeRe noW..
even at the dArkest liGht oF aLL..:)
SeeKinG FinDinG PracTiCinG
YiN And YanG BaLanCe NoW
WitH tRee
oF LiFe
God
aLwaYs
noW iN HeaVeNoW..
NoW iMaGiNe iF yA cAN
trUly iT’s noT harD to dO..
iF eVery chiLd coMes
inTo thiS WORlD..
wItH A waY
liKe thiS
FearLess
LoVeNoW..
yeS.. noW
tHiS sHiRt
sAys aLLtHatiS
aS Truth aNd LiGht
As GoD iN noW ReaL..:)
YiN And YanG BaLanCe NoW
WitH tRee
oF LiFe
God
aLwaYs
noW iN HeaVeNoW..
NoW iMaGiNe iF yA cAN
trUly iT’s noT harD to dO..
iF eVery chiLd coMes
inTo thiS WORlD..
wItH A waY
liKe thiS
FearLess
LoVeNoW..
yeS.. noW
tHiS sHiRt
sAys aLLtHatiS
aS Truth aNd LiGht
As GoD iN noW ReaL..:)
One of my only ‘views of the world’..
albeit blurry as i could only bear to
wear my sun glasses for
more than a few minutes
of excruciating pain
to take Katrina
to Walmart
during those
66 months of shut-in
Hell.. Pain is all i was..
locked in for almost the
first three years.. without
the ability to even read or
watch TV or listen to music
at all.. trapped in my mind
i was then.. and at home..
just sitting on the patio
staring off into
space before
the ability
to look at
a screen turned all
the way down in almost
total darkness of words..
a few inches away to attempt
to stand the eye pain without
the extra pain of prescription
shades.. of focus.. in association
with Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia
worst pain known to mankind from
wake to sleep.. for all
those 66 months
of HeLL then.. pain..
and as of November..
Thanks Giving Day
of 2010.. the first
mountain of word
came.. but the hell.. one
of my only views of the
external world was this
dam wood fence at
Walmart all those
years then..
so yeah..
doing a little
reminiscing today
of wHere i’ve been
iN preparation to wHere
i WiLL go neXt.. as i continue
to gain greater memories of my
past life.. after illness took almost
everything away from me as Hell
then.. and the EMoTioNs that
are alWays associated wITh
Memories dArk come
FlooDing back
and bloGGinG
is one of the
best ways
to process iT aLL..
and perHaps.. who KnoWs..
even provide some inspiRaTioN
to someone else along the paths
of longer word journeys now..
bottom line.. it’s a healthy
thing to do.. to explore
the Inner UniVerse oF
hUman and share
as story talers
give.. few do
sTiLL exist
longer than Twitter
and ‘normal’ Facebook
Statuses as days oF OlD..
wheN thE hUman heARt
iS KinG anN QueeN oF WoRlD..:)
albeit blurry as i could only bear to
wear my sun glasses for
more than a few minutes
of excruciating pain
to take Katrina
to Walmart
during those
66 months of shut-in
Hell.. Pain is all i was..
locked in for almost the
first three years.. without
the ability to even read or
watch TV or listen to music
at all.. trapped in my mind
i was then.. and at home..
just sitting on the patio
staring off into
space before
the ability
to look at
a screen turned all
the way down in almost
total darkness of words..
a few inches away to attempt
to stand the eye pain without
the extra pain of prescription
shades.. of focus.. in association
with Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia
worst pain known to mankind from
wake to sleep.. for all
those 66 months
of HeLL then.. pain..
and as of November..
Thanks Giving Day
of 2010.. the first
mountain of word
came.. but the hell.. one
of my only views of the
external world was this
dam wood fence at
Walmart all those
years then..
so yeah..
doing a little
reminiscing today
of wHere i’ve been
iN preparation to wHere
i WiLL go neXt.. as i continue
to gain greater memories of my
past life.. after illness took almost
everything away from me as Hell
then.. and the EMoTioNs that
are alWays associated wITh
Memories dArk come
FlooDing back
and bloGGinG
is one of the
best ways
to process iT aLL..
and perHaps.. who KnoWs..
even provide some inspiRaTioN
to someone else along the paths
of longer word journeys now..
bottom line.. it’s a healthy
thing to do.. to explore
the Inner UniVerse oF
hUman and share
as story talers
give.. few do
sTiLL exist
longer than Twitter
and ‘normal’ Facebook
Statuses as days oF OlD..
wheN thE hUman heARt
iS KinG anN QueeN oF WoRlD..:)
And here the patch of Dirt on River
of Downtown Milton..
on Willing Street
my home of
gRoWinG
young.. and the
River i LooK aCross
at age 3.. before i can
speak at age 4.. sensing
feeling i have been here
forever wITh the God
of NaturE noW.. And
aLL iSreal.. forevernow..
as now can be then.. now..
and it’s kinda nice when
although your shotgun
home has been
torn down..
what is left
is like a Public
Park to explore
and yes.. reminisce
the days before school
days when all iS Nature
ONE as God and i then..:)
of Downtown Milton..
on Willing Street
my home of
gRoWinG
young.. and the
River i LooK aCross
at age 3.. before i can
speak at age 4.. sensing
feeling i have been here
forever wITh the God
of NaturE noW.. And
aLL iSreal.. forevernow..
as now can be then.. now..
and it’s kinda nice when
although your shotgun
home has been
torn down..
what is left
is like a Public
Park to explore
and yes.. reminisce
the days before school
days when all iS Nature
ONE as God and i then..:)
So.. i take a walk up the Hill on Pine Street West
as i walked to first grade school.. at Canal
Street Elementary school in
first grade shoes..
where German
Shepard Dogs
scared me..
thinking they
might bite my hands
then in walk to school..
always felt like those hands
must be protected at all costs
then for some reason or another..
come to fruition now at best
intuitive guess sTiLL..
anyway.. no
dogs today..
and what changed
from Milton High school..
when my Mother graduated
from the same building in the
50’s and Elementary
school for me in
mid 60’s eventually
became my Junior College
place of school.. in ’78 as well..
as College Freshmen then.
oh.. the smAll town liFe
then.. where everyone
knew your name..
and all looked out
for most everyone
then.. a walk to
the five and dime
in the other direction
North.. and just 20 miles
or so south.. to some of the
most beautiful sugar white
sands of beach in the World..
wRite here.. on the banks
and briars that grew
in a place once
called HeLL..
yes.. on
those banks
i am raised then
in small mill town
groWing to Metro
Area full population
Santa Rosa County
now wHere heavy
traffic replaces
Sunday
Drives of Peace
most every day
oF LiFe.. on Front
Porches.. and fields
of playgrounds.. wHere
children breathe.. and
feel the moist grass between
toes away from screens of scream
as is the norm of close to heLL noW.. REAL..
anyway for all practical intents and purposes..
i am
5 again..
or maybe 7..
but never the less
A L L E L U I A noW..
Yah.. Praise ye YaH..:)
as i walked to first grade school.. at Canal
Street Elementary school in
first grade shoes..
where German
Shepard Dogs
scared me..
thinking they
might bite my hands
then in walk to school..
always felt like those hands
must be protected at all costs
then for some reason or another..
come to fruition now at best
intuitive guess sTiLL..
anyway.. no
dogs today..
and what changed
from Milton High school..
when my Mother graduated
from the same building in the
50’s and Elementary
school for me in
mid 60’s eventually
became my Junior College
place of school.. in ’78 as well..
as College Freshmen then.
oh.. the smAll town liFe
then.. where everyone
knew your name..
and all looked out
for most everyone
then.. a walk to
the five and dime
in the other direction
North.. and just 20 miles
or so south.. to some of the
most beautiful sugar white
sands of beach in the World..
wRite here.. on the banks
and briars that grew
in a place once
called HeLL..
yes.. on
those banks
i am raised then
in small mill town
groWing to Metro
Area full population
Santa Rosa County
now wHere heavy
traffic replaces
Sunday
Drives of Peace
most every day
oF LiFe.. on Front
Porches.. and fields
of playgrounds.. wHere
children breathe.. and
feel the moist grass between
toes away from screens of scream
as is the norm of close to heLL noW.. REAL..
anyway for all practical intents and purposes..
i am
5 again..
or maybe 7..
but never the less
A L L E L U I A noW..
Yah.. Praise ye YaH..:)
5262
The greatest part of grief is it inspires..
The greatest part of human is truly emotions..
As they move human to greater heights of survival..
And sadly some ways of thought away from emotion..
suggest that EmoTioNs are inferior in some way.. and nothingness
of feeling is preferable over all natural human emotions that keep
the species feeling.. moving.. and feeling more for Flight of liGht..
instead of Flight away
from EmoTioNs TrUe..
and the time i spent on the
Wrong Planet.. the last resort
online as metaphor for the outcasts
of life.. stuck in books.. lecture halls..
and often analytical equations
in scientific one step
two step three four five..
to assess and stay
in repeatable ways
of being over and
over and over
again same..
as metaphor
as well… please..
as sure they do other
stuff too.. as this is just
a loose generality..
but anyway..
same is hell
Heaven is change..
and the way to move
is to feel first in ways
iN positive liGht oF EmoTioNs
In HiGher Vibrations Of LiFeNoW
as SonG iN DancE oF LiFe
Flows hiGher in positive
emotive
way..
And sure.. while the
“Eckart Tolle” Goal noW
of now is simply existing
in the now.. desiring nothing
along with Buddha and others
in a middle way.. i wanna feel the
highs and lows too.. and come
back to the middle
to rest..
and even
in that place
of floating
bliss now
that is calm
and even like
a still Lake moonlit
way.. of inner peace..
Life is a circus.. a fair..
and a firework of survival..
And yes.. a liGht too BriGht
to dim with silence in breathes
of ease away from challenge..
Challenge bRinGs adaptation..
change and another way
to experience life..
as the human
race SinGs
and Dances
i On iN liGht
oF EmoTioNs MoVinG
uS hiGher and higHeR iN
all the nuanced ways noW oF
multi-verse rainbow life briGht..
Sure.. i wanna experience that
thing that “Eckart Tolle” the Buddha
and other have but i wanna do Pat
Benatar too.. as Promises in the DArk..
yes.. trUly Ark of Life can be dARk
as WeLL as liGht.. and when
aLL becomes saCred
from inside.. outside..
above.. so below and
all around..
liGht and
D a R K
ALL IS LIfE..
AnD NonE iS DEatH..:)
The greatest part of human is truly emotions..
As they move human to greater heights of survival..
And sadly some ways of thought away from emotion..
suggest that EmoTioNs are inferior in some way.. and nothingness
of feeling is preferable over all natural human emotions that keep
the species feeling.. moving.. and feeling more for Flight of liGht..
instead of Flight away
from EmoTioNs TrUe..
and the time i spent on the
Wrong Planet.. the last resort
online as metaphor for the outcasts
of life.. stuck in books.. lecture halls..
and often analytical equations
in scientific one step
two step three four five..
to assess and stay
in repeatable ways
of being over and
over and over
again same..
as metaphor
as well… please..
as sure they do other
stuff too.. as this is just
a loose generality..
but anyway..
same is hell
Heaven is change..
and the way to move
is to feel first in ways
iN positive liGht oF EmoTioNs
In HiGher Vibrations Of LiFeNoW
as SonG iN DancE oF LiFe
Flows hiGher in positive
emotive
way..
And sure.. while the
“Eckart Tolle” Goal noW
of now is simply existing
in the now.. desiring nothing
along with Buddha and others
in a middle way.. i wanna feel the
highs and lows too.. and come
back to the middle
to rest..
and even
in that place
of floating
bliss now
that is calm
and even like
a still Lake moonlit
way.. of inner peace..
Life is a circus.. a fair..
and a firework of survival..
And yes.. a liGht too BriGht
to dim with silence in breathes
of ease away from challenge..
Challenge bRinGs adaptation..
change and another way
to experience life..
as the human
race SinGs
and Dances
i On iN liGht
oF EmoTioNs MoVinG
uS hiGher and higHeR iN
all the nuanced ways noW oF
multi-verse rainbow life briGht..
Sure.. i wanna experience that
thing that “Eckart Tolle” the Buddha
and other have but i wanna do Pat
Benatar too.. as Promises in the DArk..
yes.. trUly Ark of Life can be dARk
as WeLL as liGht.. and when
aLL becomes saCred
from inside.. outside..
above.. so below and
all around..
liGht and
D a R K
ALL IS LIfE..
AnD NonE iS DEatH..:)
Facebook Friend Sherri provides
the prompt of this SonG and DancE oF
poeTry by sharing the SonG oF
Promises In the Dark by
Pat Benatar..
and i say..
the prompt of this SonG and DancE oF
poeTry by sharing the SonG oF
Promises In the Dark by
Pat Benatar..
and i say..
Thanks.. i literAlly
needed that
wRite now..;)
Every note of every
SonG and DancE
oF
LiFe IS A poetic
prompt to me..
WitH
BiG
WInKs..:)
needed that
wRite now..;)
Every note of every
SonG and DancE
oF
LiFe IS A poetic
prompt to me..
WitH
BiG
WInKs..:)
5700
“The Powerful Play of Life Goes on and you May Contribute a Verse”
“What WiLL your Verse Be”
From the Robin William’s Dead Poet’s
Society remARKable SonG and DancE
aLL aBout LiFeNoW oF PasSioN JoY..
wHere the rules of art are
ripped out
of the
Book oF School..
and Neo becomes
the Poetry oF LIFe..
i don’t write FucKinG poEtry
for liKes and followers.. and
shares and such as thAT..
although i share iT
aLL for free
iN GiVinG
ways
as that iS the way
oF hUman BeinG out
of the hOUses of StoRinG
GRain in AgriCULTural start
away from BeinG hUman
KiNd.. iN jealously and
greed.. anger.. and
hate and all stuFF
oF Fear away
from
Free..
i SinG and
Dance
FOR
FREE..
BOTTOM LINE
OF LIFE FREE
AS GOD
WiLL
have us
bE as US As wE..
and that iS why the
new ISraEL U.S. A.
and other free ways
of BEiNG ALL
thaT iS
Sun
as
GOD..
for IS
RA
EL..
aT lEaster
As hUman reborn
aS Free.. comes to
greATer FruiTioNoW..
as no longer is existence
predetermined by cultural
and religious existing rule
alone.. ALLONE iS Free as
GoD and We.. and the prophets..
as messengers oF GoD eXisT
wHereVer Fearless Love
as HuWoMan..
DancE
and SinG..
WitH TrUe
Relative Free WiLL..
wHeRe the F iN of Orca
is no longer limPed oVer..
hiGh wE SWi’M.. aS
FreE WiLL
bEnOW..
JuSt anoTHeR
plaY oN poeTry..
FReED WiLLeY noW..
Yeah BaBy.. yoU kNow
aLL those selfies.. wITh
the left Arm raised as TriAngle
hiGh.. no that ain’t just an arm
thaT iS an Orca FiN Free
WiLL oN
the Loose..:)
Society remARKable SonG and DancE
aLL aBout LiFeNoW oF PasSioN JoY..
wHere the rules of art are
ripped out
of the
Book oF School..
and Neo becomes
the Poetry oF LIFe..
i don’t write FucKinG poEtry
for liKes and followers.. and
shares and such as thAT..
although i share iT
aLL for free
iN GiVinG
ways
as that iS the way
oF hUman BeinG out
of the hOUses of StoRinG
GRain in AgriCULTural start
away from BeinG hUman
KiNd.. iN jealously and
greed.. anger.. and
hate and all stuFF
oF Fear away
from
Free..
i SinG and
Dance
FOR
FREE..
BOTTOM LINE
OF LIFE FREE
AS GOD
WiLL
have us
bE as US As wE..
and that iS why the
new ISraEL U.S. A.
and other free ways
of BEiNG ALL
thaT iS
Sun
as
GOD..
for IS
RA
EL..
aT lEaster
As hUman reborn
aS Free.. comes to
greATer FruiTioNoW..
as no longer is existence
predetermined by cultural
and religious existing rule
alone.. ALLONE iS Free as
GoD and We.. and the prophets..
as messengers oF GoD eXisT
wHereVer Fearless Love
as HuWoMan..
DancE
and SinG..
WitH TrUe
Relative Free WiLL..
wHeRe the F iN of Orca
is no longer limPed oVer..
hiGh wE SWi’M.. aS
FreE WiLL
bEnOW..
JuSt anoTHeR
plaY oN poeTry..
FReED WiLLeY noW..
Yeah BaBy.. yoU kNow
aLL those selfies.. wITh
the left Arm raised as TriAngle
hiGh.. no that ain’t just an arm
thaT iS an Orca FiN Free
WiLL oN
the Loose..:)
5973
“The shoe that fits one person pinches another;
there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.”
there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.”
~~ Carl Jung ~~
Carl Jung is one of my favorites
as he wasn’t afraid to step
out of the
psychiatrist
shrink box..
all wrapped up as
such in mind altering
drugs.. in ways of neuro-chemicals
which are only a tiny ingredient of
the neuro-mix of human being.. iE
oxytocin.. being a great
pArt of the
mix of social
bonding that
the profession is
only recently addressing
and there are so many more
lost continents of mind that
at least Jung attempted
to seek.. find and
practice..
through
case study
way.. and the greaTest
thing about being a Bi-Polar..
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type..
as i readily admit from
my history as such..
i’ve seen both sides
up close.. and
inside.. outside..
above.. so below
and all around noW
and understand Now
why i scare the crap out
of some folks.. and excite
others to no end with wee i can’t
believe i’m meeting you now
man.. they are they and
me is me.. those are those
and us or them.. Bio-Diversity
and all diversity is the way
of change.. the way
oF God oF aLL Nature
don’T take a Rocket
Scientist or Chemist
Pope to get this
Basic tenant
oF aLL tHat iS
and sure.. yes..
Being the
greAtest
Lunatic in a room..
can spell either fear
or eXciTeMent for
those who enter
different ways of
BeiNG hUman..
but what i kNow from
the dArKest liGhts and
BriGhTest niGhts is there
are some places the hUman
HeArt.. SpiRit and MiNd
and BoDy balance
or imbalance
as SoUL
goes thaT iS
organic in Nature
where only time can
cure some ills in Rest
and Recuperation back
into liGht from dARk..
iT is those who have
sunk and swam..
swam and
sunk..
and swam
again.. that
Learn to Swim
iN liGht and Dark..
and the hardest pARts
can be the shades of grey
in purgatory of middle ‘tween
Heaven and Hell.. but i have
a hidden grin my frIEnd as
i’Ve seen ‘tween.. above
and below most ALL
aRounD oF aLL
both sIDes noW..
and no doubt the
colors beyond the
RainBoW i Live.. few
have.. enTeRed noW..
but.. iF i can gET heRe
noW.. i retain hope for
otherS in the DarKest
liGht
oF ALL
Dead iN LiFe..
and as far as the
government goes.. meh.. 25 years
worKinG for that three ring circus
too long.. to be worried about rule
makers and such as that and
anyway.. a truly crazy
person
has
nothing
to hide.. nothing
to fear.. and nothing
to hate.. but Loving LiFe..
yeS.. it’s
F iN Crazy
but IT’s Free
iT’s NoW anD as
Ferris Bueller saY iN etH
a miGhty grasp of WisDom
take a day off or yA miGht jUSt miSs iT..
So.. i took mY LiFe oFF and
LiVeOnoW.. thanks Ferris..
even if you are not
REAL
i
AM noW
And craZy
iS as smART does..
iN thE SpiRit oF George Carlin
wRite
oN course
oF course..
WiTH A FoRresT
VieW oF GumpTiOn..:)
as he wasn’t afraid to step
out of the
psychiatrist
shrink box..
all wrapped up as
such in mind altering
drugs.. in ways of neuro-chemicals
which are only a tiny ingredient of
the neuro-mix of human being.. iE
oxytocin.. being a great
pArt of the
mix of social
bonding that
the profession is
only recently addressing
and there are so many more
lost continents of mind that
at least Jung attempted
to seek.. find and
practice..
through
case study
way.. and the greaTest
thing about being a Bi-Polar..
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type..
as i readily admit from
my history as such..
i’ve seen both sides
up close.. and
inside.. outside..
above.. so below
and all around noW
and understand Now
why i scare the crap out
of some folks.. and excite
others to no end with wee i can’t
believe i’m meeting you now
man.. they are they and
me is me.. those are those
and us or them.. Bio-Diversity
and all diversity is the way
of change.. the way
oF God oF aLL Nature
don’T take a Rocket
Scientist or Chemist
Pope to get this
Basic tenant
oF aLL tHat iS
and sure.. yes..
Being the
greAtest
Lunatic in a room..
can spell either fear
or eXciTeMent for
those who enter
different ways of
BeiNG hUman..
but what i kNow from
the dArKest liGhts and
BriGhTest niGhts is there
are some places the hUman
HeArt.. SpiRit and MiNd
and BoDy balance
or imbalance
as SoUL
goes thaT iS
organic in Nature
where only time can
cure some ills in Rest
and Recuperation back
into liGht from dARk..
iT is those who have
sunk and swam..
swam and
sunk..
and swam
again.. that
Learn to Swim
iN liGht and Dark..
and the hardest pARts
can be the shades of grey
in purgatory of middle ‘tween
Heaven and Hell.. but i have
a hidden grin my frIEnd as
i’Ve seen ‘tween.. above
and below most ALL
aRounD oF aLL
both sIDes noW..
and no doubt the
colors beyond the
RainBoW i Live.. few
have.. enTeRed noW..
but.. iF i can gET heRe
noW.. i retain hope for
otherS in the DarKest
liGht
oF ALL
Dead iN LiFe..
and as far as the
government goes.. meh.. 25 years
worKinG for that three ring circus
too long.. to be worried about rule
makers and such as that and
anyway.. a truly crazy
person
has
nothing
to hide.. nothing
to fear.. and nothing
to hate.. but Loving LiFe..
yeS.. it’s
F iN Crazy
but IT’s Free
iT’s NoW anD as
Ferris Bueller saY iN etH
a miGhty grasp of WisDom
take a day off or yA miGht jUSt miSs iT..
So.. i took mY LiFe oFF and
LiVeOnoW.. thanks Ferris..
even if you are not
REAL
i
AM noW
And craZy
iS as smART does..
iN thE SpiRit oF George Carlin
wRite
oN course
oF course..
WiTH A FoRresT
VieW oF GumpTiOn..:)
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So.. as balance goes..
and Yin and Yang SinGs
HiGher and higheR Free..
MoVing and CreaTinG i am
but i am MiSsing ConneCtinG
a little too much..
so in an attempt
@reaching more folks
one on onE noW
as noW iS aLL tHat
iS i travel to dVerse..
to connect
iN SoUl
SpArks
of poeTry
tHeir and as far as
reciprocation.. i AM
usuAlly a little too strange
for that but that is the way
of the online poeTry world
As iNfusED iN structured way..
oF away from Robin Williams
Dead Poet’s Society wITh more
introverted.. conservative
ruLED miNds..
tHIS bird sINgs fREE
A SonG and DancE
oF LiFe.. FReEd and
Y tHere are
noWs that
otHeRs
SinG WitH
mE and WinD theY
Do Choirs of AngELs
coMe aLiVe as ET
iS real iN
SonG and
Dance both
on earth noW
and OnLinE too
iN eXTrAterrestrial
way as thaT is what
E Land IS A Land aWay
from real that can be anything
we like or dislike or totally ignore..
but in real liFe.. i cannot be ignoRed
any more than a rose.. in the middle of Desert SAndS
as i dance a liGht briGhter than the moon briGhT aT niGht..
but yes.. noW
theRe iS tHat
record online thaT
i promiSed God wOUld
last after the last SonG
and Dance oF mEnoW..
and iF yoU are one of mY
few friEnds yOu WiLL
kNoW FeeL i never
break a
promise
to a friEnd
and or mY friEnd
God iN Covenant waY..:)
and Yin and Yang SinGs
HiGher and higheR Free..
MoVing and CreaTinG i am
but i am MiSsing ConneCtinG
a little too much..
so in an attempt
@reaching more folks
one on onE noW
as noW iS aLL tHat
iS i travel to dVerse..
to connect
iN SoUl
SpArks
of poeTry
tHeir and as far as
reciprocation.. i AM
usuAlly a little too strange
for that but that is the way
of the online poeTry world
As iNfusED iN structured way..
oF away from Robin Williams
Dead Poet’s Society wITh more
introverted.. conservative
ruLED miNds..
tHIS bird sINgs fREE
A SonG and DancE
oF LiFe.. FReEd and
Y tHere are
noWs that
otHeRs
SinG WitH
mE and WinD theY
Do Choirs of AngELs
coMe aLiVe as ET
iS real iN
SonG and
Dance both
on earth noW
and OnLinE too
iN eXTrAterrestrial
way as thaT is what
E Land IS A Land aWay
from real that can be anything
we like or dislike or totally ignore..
but in real liFe.. i cannot be ignoRed
any more than a rose.. in the middle of Desert SAndS
as i dance a liGht briGhter than the moon briGhT aT niGht..
but yes.. noW
theRe iS tHat
record online thaT
i promiSed God wOUld
last after the last SonG
and Dance oF mEnoW..
and iF yoU are one of mY
few friEnds yOu WiLL
kNoW FeeL i never
break a
promise
to a friEnd
and or mY friEnd
God iN Covenant waY..:)
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WriTe oN cOUrse heRe
wITh Facebook Blog
post yearly reminders..
as Synchronicity WiLL
alWays HAve iN change
as similarLY psYchoLogicAlly
hUman coNsciousness
and suBconscious
humaN archetypeS
wayS noW oF
meaninGFuL ..
yeS oN
eveR
chanGinG
topiC noW
aT lEaster
foR MeNoW..:)
wITh Facebook Blog
post yearly reminders..
as Synchronicity WiLL
alWays HAve iN change
as similarLY psYchoLogicAlly
hUman coNsciousness
and suBconscious
humaN archetypeS
wayS noW oF
meaninGFuL ..
yeS oN
eveR
chanGinG
topiC noW
aT lEaster
foR MeNoW..:)
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WeLL.. naH.. i don’TusAlly
share Thursday NiGht Dance
Shirts tHe niGht beForE DancE
aS Thursday NiGht WiLL bE
mY 110th Dance Week niGht
oF DoinG juSt thAT..
At Old Seville Quarter
wiTh aLL thE
Kool College
age folks tHeRe..
but Vincent Van Gogh
wITh aN S for HopE..
iT’S aBout placE..
wE hAve..
A SupeR
herO liKe thAT..;)
share Thursday NiGht Dance
Shirts tHe niGht beForE DancE
aS Thursday NiGht WiLL bE
mY 110th Dance Week niGht
oF DoinG juSt thAT..
At Old Seville Quarter
wiTh aLL thE
Kool College
age folks tHeRe..
but Vincent Van Gogh
wITh aN S for HopE..
iT’S aBout placE..
wE hAve..
A SupeR
herO liKe thAT..;)
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Believe it or not..
As Ripley sTiLL can
say.. i am not a word
person from birth.. i mean
duh.. didn’t speak until age
4.. so obviously a fAct.. as weLL
as Art of mE.. and trUly a form oF
Hyperlexia.. in interpreting and decoding
all stuff symbol.. is what i am.. a precocious
reader almost before speaker i was then..
although i could rarely maintain much
comprehension of whAT i read
other than the words
of forms
that i could
say in detail
way.. rather than
getting the bigger
picture then.. noW
in watching even
a movie and taling
iT back in
coherent
paragraphs
of telling speech
in verbal spoken
way.. so what’s wITh
aLL these words.. as visual
and numerical thInker is what
i am in symbolically navigating
my world back then.. wondering
watching.. all those talking
heads on news..
when WiLL i Flow
words like them
back then..
Well.. yeah.. i’M also
good then iN remembering
auditory lectures of Rote
fActs when focused iN
totAlly laser way aLL
In school then.. too..
and my visual and number
memory so great.. no contact
number list for me.. in personal
assistant way.. and let me tale you
all about the shirt i wore.. on a vacation
20 years ago.. down to the way it felt
on my neck yes.. back then too..
but words.. they
escaped the oral
way of presentation
in coherent flow way..
until the typewriter comes
and i have the opportunity
to back space and
delete iF
need be
for iT aLL
to make sense..
and after losing effective
use of my eYeSiGht and
HeARing for around 66
months from January
2008 to July of 2013..
i am forced into Navigating
the World.. and do it more..
when i start writing online
oN Thanks Giving
Day of 2010..
and it’s great to be able
to see anything even just
2 inches away from dimly
lit screen.. through the pain
of heLL StiLL trying my best
to escape it in mind of written
words.. then.. So.. the picture.. number
and interpreter reason Thinker STiLL becomes
words and the rest is history as record here..
and many folks online who are identified having
Autism.. actually have a non-verbal.. form of Autism
wHere the word part comes easy but identifying faces
and expressions can be very difficult.. including
Math associated stuff.. and moving out
of a literal stay of miNd into
the more figurative
metaphor stuff
oF LiFE iN aRT oF hUman
way noW.. so yes.. it’s worth
noting than many poets who navigate
the human mind and environment through
words over photos and number way..
WiLL not get along as well
with the way
i write..
as an eX isual
image and number
tHInKer too.. but yes..
as iS the fAct of mY liFeNoW
tHeRe iS alWays challenge.. change…
and adaptation for neuroplasticity
in BRain Change way and
eVEn Epigenetics..
wHere wE unpack
our potential stored
DNA.. in genes.. and
make more more change
in even incredible and dramatic
change.. as is the case for
mE iN July
of 2013..
anyWay.. as i say aGaiN
Human Nature is Dynamic
aLways Changing
as adapting to
Environmental
Challenge iN
AdaptaTioN
way..
and the Video.. as lInked
below about poeTry
iN TED Talk format
certainly SinGs a
SonG of THis
Nature oF
poEtry
iN beInG
Human BeinG2..:)
As Ripley sTiLL can
say.. i am not a word
person from birth.. i mean
duh.. didn’t speak until age
4.. so obviously a fAct.. as weLL
as Art of mE.. and trUly a form oF
Hyperlexia.. in interpreting and decoding
all stuff symbol.. is what i am.. a precocious
reader almost before speaker i was then..
although i could rarely maintain much
comprehension of whAT i read
other than the words
of forms
that i could
say in detail
way.. rather than
getting the bigger
picture then.. noW
in watching even
a movie and taling
iT back in
coherent
paragraphs
of telling speech
in verbal spoken
way.. so what’s wITh
aLL these words.. as visual
and numerical thInker is what
i am in symbolically navigating
my world back then.. wondering
watching.. all those talking
heads on news..
when WiLL i Flow
words like them
back then..
Well.. yeah.. i’M also
good then iN remembering
auditory lectures of Rote
fActs when focused iN
totAlly laser way aLL
In school then.. too..
and my visual and number
memory so great.. no contact
number list for me.. in personal
assistant way.. and let me tale you
all about the shirt i wore.. on a vacation
20 years ago.. down to the way it felt
on my neck yes.. back then too..
but words.. they
escaped the oral
way of presentation
in coherent flow way..
until the typewriter comes
and i have the opportunity
to back space and
delete iF
need be
for iT aLL
to make sense..
and after losing effective
use of my eYeSiGht and
HeARing for around 66
months from January
2008 to July of 2013..
i am forced into Navigating
the World.. and do it more..
when i start writing online
oN Thanks Giving
Day of 2010..
and it’s great to be able
to see anything even just
2 inches away from dimly
lit screen.. through the pain
of heLL StiLL trying my best
to escape it in mind of written
words.. then.. So.. the picture.. number
and interpreter reason Thinker STiLL becomes
words and the rest is history as record here..
and many folks online who are identified having
Autism.. actually have a non-verbal.. form of Autism
wHere the word part comes easy but identifying faces
and expressions can be very difficult.. including
Math associated stuff.. and moving out
of a literal stay of miNd into
the more figurative
metaphor stuff
oF LiFE iN aRT oF hUman
way noW.. so yes.. it’s worth
noting than many poets who navigate
the human mind and environment through
words over photos and number way..
WiLL not get along as well
with the way
i write..
as an eX isual
image and number
tHInKer too.. but yes..
as iS the fAct of mY liFeNoW
tHeRe iS alWays challenge.. change…
and adaptation for neuroplasticity
in BRain Change way and
eVEn Epigenetics..
wHere wE unpack
our potential stored
DNA.. in genes.. and
make more more change
in even incredible and dramatic
change.. as is the case for
mE iN July
of 2013..
anyWay.. as i say aGaiN
Human Nature is Dynamic
aLways Changing
as adapting to
Environmental
Challenge iN
AdaptaTioN
way..
and the Video.. as lInked
below about poeTry
iN TED Talk format
certainly SinGs a
SonG of THis
Nature oF
poEtry
iN beInG
Human BeinG2..:)
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WeLL.. a few detours
have deterred my Visit
back to dVerse and wHeRe
WiLL i sTart.. yes.. i’ll
go straight to the
last prompt
on Tuesday
wHere it’s about
Doors and opening
them and who.. now..
perhaps Writer’s own
the Wind.. as
Jim Morrison
WiLL likely
Ride too..
in memory
of the Doors
too.. yes..
wRiteR’s noW..:)
have deterred my Visit
back to dVerse and wHeRe
WiLL i sTart.. yes.. i’ll
go straight to the
last prompt
on Tuesday
wHere it’s about
Doors and opening
them and who.. now..
perhaps Writer’s own
the Wind.. as
Jim Morrison
WiLL likely
Ride too..
in memory
of the Doors
too.. yes..
wRiteR’s noW..:)
Doors oF ever noW..
approacH..
open closeD
Brighter pathS
onlY
alonE
allone maY
kNoW noW..:)
approacH..
open closeD
Brighter pathS
onlY
alonE
allone maY
kNoW noW..:)
FAcing tHe tesT
iN Door oF DeatH
Been tHeRE dONE
iT aLivE
noW
AfteR
FAcE
aLiGht SHinE..:)
iN Door oF DeatH
Been tHeRE dONE
iT aLivE
noW
AfteR
FAcE
aLiGht SHinE..:)
Doors oF tools
of human kind..
Guns and Roses..
Cars and Homes
yes.. fridges..
and stoves..
sticks
and
stones..
all doors
extending
human touch..:)
of human kind..
Guns and Roses..
Cars and Homes
yes.. fridges..
and stoves..
sticks
and
stones..
all doors
extending
human touch..:)
Door of adults a
screened down porch
to children sitting at
a table one notch
below..
Adults Sing
a song of
mystery
new..
i wanna
kNow
more than
nursery rhymes
in grand ma’s
step
down
play pen
then.. they say
that’s where the
Kid’s eat..
i say..
i AM.. no
label just
a garden sTiLL..
in fertile soil..
sTill
so
deep..
Rose of i
FloWers
so read
BriGht..:)
screened down porch
to children sitting at
a table one notch
below..
Adults Sing
a song of
mystery
new..
i wanna
kNow
more than
nursery rhymes
in grand ma’s
step
down
play pen
then.. they say
that’s where the
Kid’s eat..
i say..
i AM.. no
label just
a garden sTiLL..
in fertile soil..
sTill
so
deep..
Rose of i
FloWers
so read
BriGht..:)
For me too..
walking down
a childhood road..
doors of old homes
antiquity sOld..
Lives inside
memories
liVe..:)
walking down
a childhood road..
doors of old homes
antiquity sOld..
Lives inside
memories
liVe..:)
TiMe.. a River
and not a clock..
Life.. a now
and not
an end..
SAdly.. iN
church..
wHere
end
means
more.. than liFe
oF Now.. Holy..
Insanity.. can
reign in
doors
shut
closed..
Nature.. has
the answer..
juST
liVe..
and Nike
too..
Do
iT
noW..:)
and not a clock..
Life.. a now
and not
an end..
SAdly.. iN
church..
wHere
end
means
more.. than liFe
oF Now.. Holy..
Insanity.. can
reign in
doors
shut
closed..
Nature.. has
the answer..
juST
liVe..
and Nike
too..
Do
iT
noW..:)
The arriving or leaving
thaT multi-door of
liFe i’ve fAced
three nows
iN total..
one at 21..
two at 47..
three strikes
and i’m still
here
door remains
open..
i
stand
uP..
and then
i Dance..
never
looking
back to doors
of
Death..
unless i’m wRiTinG
DancinG poetry
juST opening
old doors
foR
fUN..:)
thaT multi-door of
liFe i’ve fAced
three nows
iN total..
one at 21..
two at 47..
three strikes
and i’m still
here
door remains
open..
i
stand
uP..
and then
i Dance..
never
looking
back to doors
of
Death..
unless i’m wRiTinG
DancinG poetry
juST opening
old doors
foR
fUN..:)
SMiLes..
the doors to
extraVersion..
lonG ones for
me.. breWinG
Dr. Jekyll
to Mr.
Hyde..
as only
pLay oF
course..
fiNdinG aLL
iS plaY in Y anG
oF LiFeNoW SonGs
DancEs..lOnG..SMiLes..:)
the doors to
extraVersion..
lonG ones for
me.. breWinG
Dr. Jekyll
to Mr.
Hyde..
as only
pLay oF
course..
fiNdinG aLL
iS plaY in Y anG
oF LiFeNoW SonGs
DancEs..lOnG..SMiLes..:)
YiN YanG
oF ‘PasSioN
PreCiSioN’..
WisE
WoRds
iN
DeeD
foR LiVinG
BraVe
iN
ReAsonS..
Arts opeN DooRs
Of LiGht iN NiGht
DArk oF dAy noW..:)
oF ‘PasSioN
PreCiSioN’..
WisE
WoRds
iN
DeeD
foR LiVinG
BraVe
iN
ReAsonS..
Arts opeN DooRs
Of LiGht iN NiGht
DArk oF dAy noW..:)
Very quick side
note here..
PoeTry
enRiches
a liFe oF Art..
side note ends..
and poeTry sTiLL
stArts and beGiNs..
with no end
or Finish
forever
noW..:)
note here..
PoeTry
enRiches
a liFe oF Art..
side note ends..
and poeTry sTiLL
stArts and beGiNs..
with no end
or Finish
forever
noW..:)
SMiLes.. i’LL
go doubting
Thomas route
iN opTioNaL
goSpel.. aWay
HeRe froM SAint
Francis.. Matthew..
All the rest..
now
Thomas
iS
coR
recT..
makE
best noW
oF aLL
doors
opeN
NoW..
don’t waiT..
WinDow fALLs..:)
go doubting
Thomas route
iN opTioNaL
goSpel.. aWay
HeRe froM SAint
Francis.. Matthew..
All the rest..
now
Thomas
iS
coR
recT..
makE
best noW
oF aLL
doors
opeN
NoW..
don’t waiT..
WinDow fALLs..:)
SMiLes..
doors to dance
StiLL relieve
me iN
closeD
of past..
trust me
not or yes..
when i say..
as Air Force
Psychiatrist
treating combat
veterans can say..
i’ve never
seen a case
of anxiety
as bad as
mine was
and no noW
longer iS
iN noW..
yeS..noW
Miracles
oF Dance..
they do happen..
but seriously..
body keeps
score.. to
free A priSon
oF iT iN iNterpretive
free style NO LESsONs
dance.. can bE A way
out free
of a priSon
past
iN mInd
and body
imBalance
oF soUL..
mY
FriEnd..:)
doors to dance
StiLL relieve
me iN
closeD
of past..
trust me
not or yes..
when i say..
as Air Force
Psychiatrist
treating combat
veterans can say..
i’ve never
seen a case
of anxiety
as bad as
mine was
and no noW
longer iS
iN noW..
yeS..noW
Miracles
oF Dance..
they do happen..
but seriously..
body keeps
score.. to
free A priSon
oF iT iN iNterpretive
free style NO LESsONs
dance.. can bE A way
out free
of a priSon
past
iN mInd
and body
imBalance
oF soUL..
mY
FriEnd..:)
SMiLes..
i wouldn’T
be surprised
to date.. iF God
don’t sEnd A bEast
liKe GodZillA
tO tEach
thE
WORlD
A lesSon
fOr tranSgresSinG
aGAINsT Life
iN God’s
NatUre hOMe NoW
ouT oF BalanCinG
wRitE noW.. oH..
DoorS noW to
HeaVen alReaDy
openED.. hUmans
creaTe A heLL
iN doorS
closEd..
sAdly
noW..:)
i wouldn’T
be surprised
to date.. iF God
don’t sEnd A bEast
liKe GodZillA
tO tEach
thE
WORlD
A lesSon
fOr tranSgresSinG
aGAINsT Life
iN God’s
NatUre hOMe NoW
ouT oF BalanCinG
wRitE noW.. oH..
DoorS noW to
HeaVen alReaDy
openED.. hUmans
creaTe A heLL
iN doorS
closEd..
sAdly
noW..:)
Be back..
6:06 pm..
05112016..:)
And yes..
back at 10:30 pm..
6:06 pm..
05112016..:)
And yes..
back at 10:30 pm..
Doorways to Energies..
Oh.. Doorways to Love..
Furry pets come and
go.. Electric ZonE
of heat.. cooL noW
and entertainment
morE.. soMenoWs
i dance mORe As
air and water..
allone plays
wITh mE
Airwater
LoveS
iNowiN
liGhTeninG..:)
Oh.. Doorways to Love..
Furry pets come and
go.. Electric ZonE
of heat.. cooL noW
and entertainment
morE.. soMenoWs
i dance mORe As
air and water..
allone plays
wITh mE
Airwater
LoveS
iNowiN
liGhTeninG..:)
World of spoon fed from
birth domesticated cats
we are with
collared
school..
wrapped around
the fingers of culture
we are.. always school..
always work.. little
windows
no looking
glass within
to move connect
and create internally
eternally
SinG
and DancE
Free…
A Hurricane
outside.. a calm
within we generate
or
not..:)
birth domesticated cats
we are with
collared
school..
wrapped around
the fingers of culture
we are.. always school..
always work.. little
windows
no looking
glass within
to move connect
and create internally
eternally
SinG
and DancE
Free…
A Hurricane
outside.. a calm
within we generate
or
not..:)
Screen Doors of Love
Swing by in rhymes of
times gone by..
Love within
Sings a
Song
of missing
Door sWings
of Love
stay
within..
just a new
door to be found
to Love even more..:)
Swing by in rhymes of
times gone by..
Love within
Sings a
Song
of missing
Door sWings
of Love
stay
within..
just a new
door to be found
to Love even more..:)
EmoTioNs of hUmans
rust without trust..
hidden in
bones
of pain..
cob webs
of empty
SinG in sHades
of grey.. colors
igNite iN bones
aflaMe iN want..
Love iS in the Air
BehOld a flAMe oF
re
BoRn
heARt..
SpiRit
SoUl moVinG
iN colOrs SpRinG..:)
rust without trust..
hidden in
bones
of pain..
cob webs
of empty
SinG in sHades
of grey.. colors
igNite iN bones
aflaMe iN want..
Love iS in the Air
BehOld a flAMe oF
re
BoRn
heARt..
SpiRit
SoUl moVinG
iN colOrs SpRinG..:)
Door aNew
Door aOld..
Door sOld
Door bOught
Door bRinGS
Change oF dArk
And liGht challenge
Adapt GroWinGs mOre..:)
Door aOld..
Door sOld
Door bOught
Door bRinGS
Change oF dArk
And liGht challenge
Adapt GroWinGs mOre..:)
Every gRain of SAnd
a Door open to the
essence
oF aLL..
or closed
to the essence
of one man less..:)
a Door open to the
essence
oF aLL..
or closed
to the essence
of one man less..:)
Birds and Fish Navigate
within.. wITh birds
a Trigeminal
NerVenoW
per Quantum
Mechanics
aS baffLED
bY science
StiLL.. oh!
hUmans take
instructions
from others
aNd siT STiLL..
ha! apeX predaTor
iN priSons oF electriC
chAIRS Guinea PigS
iN TwiliGht
Zone
REAL..:)
within.. wITh birds
a Trigeminal
NerVenoW
per Quantum
Mechanics
aS baffLED
bY science
StiLL.. oh!
hUmans take
instructions
from others
aNd siT STiLL..
ha! apeX predaTor
iN priSons oF electriC
chAIRS Guinea PigS
iN TwiliGht
Zone
REAL..:)
Revolving Doors of input
output garbage in
data of cogs
in machines
of culture
to be filLed..
MoVinG.. CoNecTinG
CreaTinG Doors output
more than input spoon
fed
from
birth.. Terminator
ways die when Internet
kills the TV
DEaD..
as long as
interAction
of output becomes
the Terminator 2 gAMe..
Neo Lives too in output GamE..:)
output garbage in
data of cogs
in machines
of culture
to be filLed..
MoVinG.. CoNecTinG
CreaTinG Doors output
more than input spoon
fed
from
birth.. Terminator
ways die when Internet
kills the TV
DEaD..
as long as
interAction
of output becomes
the Terminator 2 gAMe..
Neo Lives too in output GamE..:)
SMiLes..
naughtiest
girls bore
now most
beautiful
Angels
WorN..
Whores
for FREE
don’t stop
with the first
dogs begging
for bones at the door..
DiVersiTy.. iT’s what God
has fOr DiNner aFter aLL iS
sAid
aNd
F
eD
FReED..
The trUtH anD
liGht don’T giVe
an F whAt thE
F hUman books thInk..
hehe.. bet i aT lEast lose one
so-called followeR
for this little
liGht
i shine
oF Truth JEWeL
but Jesus.. ‘they’..
the whore dogs..
Neutered Jesus..
noW thaT waS aN ulTiMate
sIN oF ForEver fOr MaKinG liFe REAL..:)
naughtiest
girls bore
now most
beautiful
Angels
WorN..
Whores
for FREE
don’t stop
with the first
dogs begging
for bones at the door..
DiVersiTy.. iT’s what God
has fOr DiNner aFter aLL iS
sAid
aNd
F
eD
FReED..
The trUtH anD
liGht don’T giVe
an F whAt thE
F hUman books thInk..
hehe.. bet i aT lEast lose one
so-called followeR
for this little
liGht
i shine
oF Truth JEWeL
but Jesus.. ‘they’..
the whore dogs..
Neutered Jesus..
noW thaT waS aN ulTiMate
sIN oF ForEver fOr MaKinG liFe REAL..:)
SMiLes.. in mountains..
in valleys.. streams.. rivers
to oceans.. sky above..
and fertile
legs ‘tween
free humans
in sands
oF Life
God oF Heaven’s
Kingdom Lives Free
when Free SinGS a
SonG of SoUl oF
Animal
FReEd..
NaTure..
uS.. So FReED..:)
in valleys.. streams.. rivers
to oceans.. sky above..
and fertile
legs ‘tween
free humans
in sands
oF Life
God oF Heaven’s
Kingdom Lives Free
when Free SinGS a
SonG of SoUl oF
Animal
FReEd..
NaTure..
uS.. So FReED..:)
LiFe of liGht
Art of Hell..
Dark SoUl
of Night
Door to liGht
liFe’s Serpent..
Reptilian BRaiN
Lives for Balance..
Fearless Love.. heARt’s
SpiRiT SinGs a Balance
MiNd and BoDy SoUl FReED..:)
Art of Hell..
Dark SoUl
of Night
Door to liGht
liFe’s Serpent..
Reptilian BRaiN
Lives for Balance..
Fearless Love.. heARt’s
SpiRiT SinGs a Balance
MiNd and BoDy SoUl FReED..:)
NeedLE of birth
spoon fED cultUre..
Breeds Trees wITh
low limbs.. Leaves..
climb hiGh.. open
liGht…
aBove DancE noW
SinGs beloW SonG
A SoUl oF FReED..:)
spoon fED cultUre..
Breeds Trees wITh
low limbs.. Leaves..
climb hiGh.. open
liGht…
aBove DancE noW
SinGs beloW SonG
A SoUl oF FReED..:)
BomBs oF Love
LiVinG iN poeTry
LoVe.. BombS
Of SWords liVing
In BooKs oF haTe..
God of Hate..
hUmans
oF Love
SinG
FReED..
SoUL of SonG..
GoD FReED..:)
LiVinG iN poeTry
LoVe.. BombS
Of SWords liVing
In BooKs oF haTe..
God of Hate..
hUmans
oF Love
SinG
FReED..
SoUL of SonG..
GoD FReED..:)
Feed a soUl..
young and cold..
GroW a heArt
old and wArm
SpiRit never
GroWs oLd
DooR
to eternal
YoUth inSide..:)
young and cold..
GroW a heArt
old and wArm
SpiRit never
GroWs oLd
DooR
to eternal
YoUth inSide..:)
Ah.. LiFe rEborn iN Art
GarDen iNside
gRoWs ouTside..
aboVe.. so beloW
and aLL aRound..
morE.. aS
LiFe
EXplOdes..
Big Bang
aBove.. Big
Bang beLow..
hUmans no
eXcepTioN..
when
boMb
oF
LiFe..
noT
ForLorn..:)
GarDen iNside
gRoWs ouTside..
aboVe.. so beloW
and aLL aRound..
morE.. aS
LiFe
EXplOdes..
Big Bang
aBove.. Big
Bang beLow..
hUmans no
eXcepTioN..
when
boMb
oF
LiFe..
noT
ForLorn..:)
GHosts oF terrOr
builDinGs Of War
crumbLed tEars..
DeATh
bleeds
A SonG..
FiRe briGht
FirE SinGS
Bold Cold
BoNes
FeeL..
bitE..
oF LiFe..:)
builDinGs Of War
crumbLed tEars..
DeATh
bleeds
A SonG..
FiRe briGht
FirE SinGS
Bold Cold
BoNes
FeeL..
bitE..
oF LiFe..:)
SMiLes..
Snowbirds
fly deep South…
Beach White no Snows..
i stay Beach Free Life More..
moneY
suckS..
overALL..
LiFe’s A Beach..;)
Snowbirds
fly deep South…
Beach White no Snows..
i stay Beach Free Life More..
moneY
suckS..
overALL..
LiFe’s A Beach..;)
Strangest Door of minD..
Hospital tAble cOld..
no more words..
Cold as
ice..
say
goodbye..
wake in cotton
clouds.. fuzzy
warm deliGht oF
Sleeping DreAM
aWake.. diD
i reAlly diE..
iS thiS reallY
heaVen noW..
enJoy iT while
It lasts lesSons
oF Hell iN Heaven’s
Hell Of Heaven aGain..
40 days of no Sleep ..
INsomnia
DreAMs..
Back a LiFe..
ps.. True Story..
Door to LiGht oF LiFe..:)
Hospital tAble cOld..
no more words..
Cold as
ice..
say
goodbye..
wake in cotton
clouds.. fuzzy
warm deliGht oF
Sleeping DreAM
aWake.. diD
i reAlly diE..
iS thiS reallY
heaVen noW..
enJoy iT while
It lasts lesSons
oF Hell iN Heaven’s
Hell Of Heaven aGain..
40 days of no Sleep ..
INsomnia
DreAMs..
Back a LiFe..
ps.. True Story..
Door to LiGht oF LiFe..:)
And at 12:19 am..
5122016
that’s all folks..
foR
noW..;)
5122016
that’s all folks..
foR
noW..;)
8651
OKay.. as
promisED..
i’m back noW
and yeS noW for
all practical yeS..
noW intents and purposes
i am Jesus.. kindA liKe A
‘the dude coming out of
the Water.. the Waves..
The Ocean wHole’.. in
the video above..
just wanting
to give
some
Fun to other
folks without any
personal judgements
over what is good or evil..
in fAct more like what feels
good and does not harm
other pArts of God..
as happy
to survive
and thrive alivE noW
iT’s what Nature AKA
God does after aLL iS
DanceD and SunG
and tHe wHOle dAM
tHinG sTartS
aLL oVer
aGaiN
AgAIn
Again..
variations
yes.. but the way
iS survive and thrive..
unmistakable everywhere
one looks in NatUre sTiLL
noW.. and hUmans A
huWoManiFesTaTioN
of THe GreAT i AM..
A to Z.. yEs..
Alpha to
Omega
and beYonD
oF aLL thAT iS..
Namaste.. as i sEE
and FeeL and kNoW
thE Festive pARt oF
God iN yoU tO
surVive
and thRive
aLive aS WeLL..
aNd aGain foR All practical
intents and purposes i am Jesus..
that don’t mean i am literally Jesus
as mE.. as ME iS the Great i AM
HuWoManiFeST iN Me..
So i ‘DancE aNd SinG
GoD FReED’.. and
while tHeir cAn
CerTaiNly bE
aN inFiniTe numBer
of LabELs iN metapHOrse
foR this neXt Macro Verse
of tHe ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’..
numbeRinG numBer 667 noW
iN “KATiE MiA FredericK!iI”
Word Press VerSion onE LonG
poem oF WeLL oVer 3 MilLionoW
WoRds noW.. tens of thouSandS
of photos.. thoUsands oF
Videos.. and much
much more..
of a little
bit of the FuLL
current GoD word+ bible
unabridged thaT iS Internet
iN GOlden City in the sKeYes
oF FReED noW.. but sTiLL noW
oNly a tiny piece of tHe UniVerSal
maniFest oF GodALLONE i AMnoW NoW
ALL AS SUCH.. HE OR ShE.. OR noW
A BLUE TURTLE OR WHATEVER SMALL
3 LETTER LABeL YoU WaNNA CALL
THe WHoLE
dAM
ENCHiLADA…
BOTtOM LiNe
iS God wants to
SurVive and thriVe..
kinDa liKe Girls juSt
wAnna hAve fUn.. anD
The soonEr wE sEE GoD
iN aLL and acCept thE iNheritance
oF God iN uS FReED tHe moReNOW
WE’LL giVe aNd sharE For FReED
aAd finAlly mORe oF God
WiLL bE supeR
KooLFooL SacReD
NaKeD noW
pasSioNate
anD hapPy
WeaRinG sHaDes
liKe mE oR however
GoD likEs iT iN YoU
as Fearless Love..
iN BalanCinG
miNd and BoDy
way as planets
WiLL do in bliss
of orbit around
SuN Free easy
peacey moonlit
niGht oF BliSs
tWo Lovers embraCinG oNe
in BEach SAnds oF FloWinG
Passionate Love.. oF FReED..
So yeah.. Dance and Sing God FReED..
iT’s what i do.. for heaVen noW.. and iT F iN Works
with
grace
too.. FREE..
seriOUsLY.. theE
UniVerSe can be
a cOld and lonELy
place without liFE..
Cherish iT.. GRoW It
Fearless.. iN Love
liKe a boat
that
never
sinks..
Live.. Love
and Laugh..
Dance..
and
Sing.. FReED
or like the video noW
sHows look for Seagull
sHit and you will find that
pARt of God too.. i choose
WinGs over sHit and jUST Fly
like ET on Terrestrial PlanET noW..
and wITh aLL that iS noW
sAid thiS
super LonG
celebration
of SinGinG
DanCinG aLL oF..
Of GoD FReED iN
mE iS read to publish
on Word press after noW
i get the rest of mY
sHit ToGeTheR noW..
jUst for God FuN
FReED and liKe
i said and
did before..
i do not
break my
promises to
either friEnd
or Covenant
wITh God so
the record goes on
iN aLL the ways thAT comes aGaiN..
even if i am mostly like a thief in
the niGht wHere most people
don’t
even kNow
mY real
name..
i
AM noW iN..
oh by a Way
i shaved my beard
when i was 24.. as
some of my girl FRIeNDS
tOld me you are too sexy
for that beard Fred.. you
are hiding your Angel Beauty..
and yes.. i kNow i Look more
like an olDer bEast now.. butT
LiON or whatEver.. fly RoBin FlY..
God
changes
aLwaYs noW
for better or
worse and better
aGaiN wED iN DArk
and liGht.. masculine
and feminine as dualities
become onE and FReER NoW..
special
sNOw
fLakes
Air
Water
sTreAMs
MoVinG Be jUst BE
ConNecTaRinG crEA
TinG Rivers mOre Ocean
wHoLe are wE noW Fearless
FReED aS LoVe.. God sMiLes..:)
promisED..
i’m back noW
and yeS noW for
all practical yeS..
noW intents and purposes
i am Jesus.. kindA liKe A
‘the dude coming out of
the Water.. the Waves..
The Ocean wHole’.. in
the video above..
just wanting
to give
some
Fun to other
folks without any
personal judgements
over what is good or evil..
in fAct more like what feels
good and does not harm
other pArts of God..
as happy
to survive
and thrive alivE noW
iT’s what Nature AKA
God does after aLL iS
DanceD and SunG
and tHe wHOle dAM
tHinG sTartS
aLL oVer
aGaiN
AgAIn
Again..
variations
yes.. but the way
iS survive and thrive..
unmistakable everywhere
one looks in NatUre sTiLL
noW.. and hUmans A
huWoManiFesTaTioN
of THe GreAT i AM..
A to Z.. yEs..
Alpha to
Omega
and beYonD
oF aLL thAT iS..
Namaste.. as i sEE
and FeeL and kNoW
thE Festive pARt oF
God iN yoU tO
surVive
and thRive
aLive aS WeLL..
aNd aGain foR All practical
intents and purposes i am Jesus..
that don’t mean i am literally Jesus
as mE.. as ME iS the Great i AM
HuWoManiFeST iN Me..
So i ‘DancE aNd SinG
GoD FReED’.. and
while tHeir cAn
CerTaiNly bE
aN inFiniTe numBer
of LabELs iN metapHOrse
foR this neXt Macro Verse
of tHe ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’..
numbeRinG numBer 667 noW
iN “KATiE MiA FredericK!iI”
Word Press VerSion onE LonG
poem oF WeLL oVer 3 MilLionoW
WoRds noW.. tens of thouSandS
of photos.. thoUsands oF
Videos.. and much
much more..
of a little
bit of the FuLL
current GoD word+ bible
unabridged thaT iS Internet
iN GOlden City in the sKeYes
oF FReED noW.. but sTiLL noW
oNly a tiny piece of tHe UniVerSal
maniFest oF GodALLONE i AMnoW NoW
ALL AS SUCH.. HE OR ShE.. OR noW
A BLUE TURTLE OR WHATEVER SMALL
3 LETTER LABeL YoU WaNNA CALL
THe WHoLE
dAM
ENCHiLADA…
BOTtOM LiNe
iS God wants to
SurVive and thriVe..
kinDa liKe Girls juSt
wAnna hAve fUn.. anD
The soonEr wE sEE GoD
iN aLL and acCept thE iNheritance
oF God iN uS FReED tHe moReNOW
WE’LL giVe aNd sharE For FReED
aAd finAlly mORe oF God
WiLL bE supeR
KooLFooL SacReD
NaKeD noW
pasSioNate
anD hapPy
WeaRinG sHaDes
liKe mE oR however
GoD likEs iT iN YoU
as Fearless Love..
iN BalanCinG
miNd and BoDy
way as planets
WiLL do in bliss
of orbit around
SuN Free easy
peacey moonlit
niGht oF BliSs
tWo Lovers embraCinG oNe
in BEach SAnds oF FloWinG
Passionate Love.. oF FReED..
So yeah.. Dance and Sing God FReED..
iT’s what i do.. for heaVen noW.. and iT F iN Works
with
grace
too.. FREE..
seriOUsLY.. theE
UniVerSe can be
a cOld and lonELy
place without liFE..
Cherish iT.. GRoW It
Fearless.. iN Love
liKe a boat
that
never
sinks..
Live.. Love
and Laugh..
Dance..
and
Sing.. FReED
or like the video noW
sHows look for Seagull
sHit and you will find that
pARt of God too.. i choose
WinGs over sHit and jUST Fly
like ET on Terrestrial PlanET noW..
and wITh aLL that iS noW
sAid thiS
super LonG
celebration
of SinGinG
DanCinG aLL oF..
Of GoD FReED iN
mE iS read to publish
on Word press after noW
i get the rest of mY
sHit ToGeTheR noW..
jUst for God FuN
FReED and liKe
i said and
did before..
i do not
break my
promises to
either friEnd
or Covenant
wITh God so
the record goes on
iN aLL the ways thAT comes aGaiN..
even if i am mostly like a thief in
the niGht wHere most people
don’t
even kNow
mY real
name..
i
AM noW iN..
oh by a Way
i shaved my beard
when i was 24.. as
some of my girl FRIeNDS
tOld me you are too sexy
for that beard Fred.. you
are hiding your Angel Beauty..
and yes.. i kNow i Look more
like an olDer bEast now.. butT
LiON or whatEver.. fly RoBin FlY..
God
changes
aLwaYs noW
for better or
worse and better
aGaiN wED iN DArk
and liGht.. masculine
and feminine as dualities
become onE and FReER NoW..
special
sNOw
fLakes
Air
Water
sTreAMs
MoVinG Be jUst BE
ConNecTaRinG crEA
TinG Rivers mOre Ocean
wHoLe are wE noW Fearless
FReED aS LoVe.. God sMiLes..:)
9370
And in conclusion..
Fly Robin Fly
up up up to the
sky wHere arms
are WinGS
and hAnds
are pAws
fOR LoVe..
anD nAils
arE cLaws
foR surViVal..
and LiVe is
for SurvivE
iN Thrive aLive..
and since thIS noW
iS my Holy Thursday
and SAcred R and R
Day noW i ReaDy
for dAnce..
and yes..
STilLL
muSt FulFiLL
A Convenant
WitH GoD iN
publishing this..
Jesus.. at least
Jesus had some other
folks to write it All dOwn..
but yes.. i have the Google
of the USA to give me a hAnd..
Wiki.. YouTube.. much much more
in GOldEn ciTy online beYond
Sun and mOon liT
noW.. iNoW..
So i venTuRe
later to my
110th dance
week Celebration
Night at Good Old
Seville wITh aLL tHe
KooL College age Folks
to attempt to sHow thEm
a Non-verbal misSionaRy
lesSon on how to be FReER
out of prison in EmoTioNsEnSes
represSinG and
oppresSinG
iN stiFF
boDy miNd
roBot ways
deader than
can more fully bE
MoVinG.. ConneCTinG
CreAtinG.. aLivE.. and why
do i pick college night wHere
even 18 to 21 year-olds can
dance too.. WeLL.. QUiET
frankly reaching
the older
folks
is like
the largest
camel i for one
have come to find..
and the smallest needle
of an oppressing repressing
lifelong culture of work and school..
away from GOD FReED.. and while
i try.. that’s aLL i can do.. i go to aLL
places but iT aS aLway.. iT iS those
who sTiLL can hEar and sEE.. FeeL
and kNOw tHeir Inner wiLd cHild cALL
oF yes.. thE WiLd oF GoD FReED..
aLL iNnate.. iNstinctual
iNtuitive as such
SeekinG FindinG
yeS.. FucKinG
iF yoU SeeK iN GoD
FReED.. kinda liKe mE
the greAt i AM thE
mE forEver
morE noW
iN
aLiVE..
photo documentation
as requested bY God
in Convenant as such..
coMiNg in aRound
3 am..
on
the wee
hours of Friday
Morning.. the 13th..
but wITh GoD aT thE
aiR and wiNds of i..
tHere iS
onLy
GooD
forTunE
iN FearLess LOVe..:)
Fly Robin Fly
up up up to the
sky wHere arms
are WinGS
and hAnds
are pAws
fOR LoVe..
anD nAils
arE cLaws
foR surViVal..
and LiVe is
for SurvivE
iN Thrive aLive..
and since thIS noW
iS my Holy Thursday
and SAcred R and R
Day noW i ReaDy
for dAnce..
and yes..
STilLL
muSt FulFiLL
A Convenant
WitH GoD iN
publishing this..
Jesus.. at least
Jesus had some other
folks to write it All dOwn..
but yes.. i have the Google
of the USA to give me a hAnd..
Wiki.. YouTube.. much much more
in GOldEn ciTy online beYond
Sun and mOon liT
noW.. iNoW..
So i venTuRe
later to my
110th dance
week Celebration
Night at Good Old
Seville wITh aLL tHe
KooL College age Folks
to attempt to sHow thEm
a Non-verbal misSionaRy
lesSon on how to be FReER
out of prison in EmoTioNsEnSes
represSinG and
oppresSinG
iN stiFF
boDy miNd
roBot ways
deader than
can more fully bE
MoVinG.. ConneCTinG
CreAtinG.. aLivE.. and why
do i pick college night wHere
even 18 to 21 year-olds can
dance too.. WeLL.. QUiET
frankly reaching
the older
folks
is like
the largest
camel i for one
have come to find..
and the smallest needle
of an oppressing repressing
lifelong culture of work and school..
away from GOD FReED.. and while
i try.. that’s aLL i can do.. i go to aLL
places but iT aS aLway.. iT iS those
who sTiLL can hEar and sEE.. FeeL
and kNOw tHeir Inner wiLd cHild cALL
oF yes.. thE WiLd oF GoD FReED..
aLL iNnate.. iNstinctual
iNtuitive as such
SeekinG FindinG
yeS.. FucKinG
iF yoU SeeK iN GoD
FReED.. kinda liKe mE
the greAt i AM thE
mE forEver
morE noW
iN
aLiVE..
photo documentation
as requested bY God
in Convenant as such..
coMiNg in aRound
3 am..
on
the wee
hours of Friday
Morning.. the 13th..
but wITh GoD aT thE
aiR and wiNds of i..
tHere iS
onLy
GooD
forTunE
iN FearLess LOVe..:)
9704
ShiT.. ps..
alMost forGot ..
to say.. iN thaT
Video up tHeRe
THAt jesus got to go
to Venice California…
true the beaches are much
more beautiful here.. but as
mentioned earlier in this epic
Macro verse poem.. now to be
titled.. “DancE SinG GoD FReED”..
Milton is originally the place
named hell in the USA..
and as far as
Jesus’ teachings
about the outcasts
among us being
the first in
the Kingdom
of God later oN
or Now if ya gEt
tHeir noW.. sociologists
suggest that the ARE i live
in is the most difficult place
for a non-conformist Jesus-
liKe Dude in terms of different
from the norm to thrive alive..
so yes.. God gives me
quite a challenge
sending me to
HeLL with
a medical
literature
assessed pain
known as type
two Trigeminal
Neuralgia worse
than the torture
pain of crucifixion..
and i was even born
in HeLL.. hehe.. literally
speaking per town history..
anyway.. they might have tried
to erase the sMiLes off of me
in school.. yes.. ’em so-
called Christian
Bully Boys..
but they
can’t stop
me from DanCinG SinGinG
noW totAlly wITh thE sKin
oF God FREE onLInEnoW..:)
alMost forGot ..
to say.. iN thaT
Video up tHeRe
THAt jesus got to go
to Venice California…
true the beaches are much
more beautiful here.. but as
mentioned earlier in this epic
Macro verse poem.. now to be
titled.. “DancE SinG GoD FReED”..
Milton is originally the place
named hell in the USA..
and as far as
Jesus’ teachings
about the outcasts
among us being
the first in
the Kingdom
of God later oN
or Now if ya gEt
tHeir noW.. sociologists
suggest that the ARE i live
in is the most difficult place
for a non-conformist Jesus-
liKe Dude in terms of different
from the norm to thrive alive..
so yes.. God gives me
quite a challenge
sending me to
HeLL with
a medical
literature
assessed pain
known as type
two Trigeminal
Neuralgia worse
than the torture
pain of crucifixion..
and i was even born
in HeLL.. hehe.. literally
speaking per town history..
anyway.. they might have tried
to erase the sMiLes off of me
in school.. yes.. ’em so-
called Christian
Bully Boys..
but they
can’t stop
me from DanCinG SinGinG
noW totAlly wITh thE sKin
oF God FREE onLInEnoW..:)
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Oh.. the siGns
oF TrUth and liGht..
the letteRs.. the numbeRs..
the worDs.. and otHeR viSuaL
symBols.. seNses.. FeeLinGs kNoWinGs
oF aLL thAT iS and quiET hoNestLY.. noW A
Rear end oF mY car iN juSt a random taG
iSsued by the County Santa Rosa..
Tax Collector’s oFFicE.. noW
F in says iT
aLL iN
W696E
for those
who see.. feel..
and knoW farther
than form ways..
And.. oF course
aS WeLL.. the H
8 standing InFiNitY
sYmbol for HoNda
iN Civic way.. wHere
two halves of whole
iN K11 become H8 noW..
joining ones ToGeTher bRidge
yeS.. InFiNiTy.. stanDinG TaLL..
joiNinG HemisPheres of hUman
brAin leFt and RiGht in BaLanCinG..
as hemispheres west to east.. and
latitudes north to south of Earth
noW BeCoMeS oNe ForCe
aLL oF God FReED
iN hUWoMaNiFesT
waYah.. yeS.. noWfREE..:)
oF TrUth and liGht..
the letteRs.. the numbeRs..
the worDs.. and otHeR viSuaL
symBols.. seNses.. FeeLinGs kNoWinGs
oF aLL thAT iS and quiET hoNestLY.. noW A
Rear end oF mY car iN juSt a random taG
iSsued by the County Santa Rosa..
Tax Collector’s oFFicE.. noW
F in says iT
aLL iN
W696E
for those
who see.. feel..
and knoW farther
than form ways..
And.. oF course
aS WeLL.. the H
8 standing InFiNitY
sYmbol for HoNda
iN Civic way.. wHere
two halves of whole
iN K11 become H8 noW..
joining ones ToGeTher bRidge
yeS.. InFiNiTy.. stanDinG TaLL..
joiNinG HemisPheres of hUman
brAin leFt and RiGht in BaLanCinG..
as hemispheres west to east.. and
latitudes north to south of Earth
noW BeCoMeS oNe ForCe
aLL oF God FReED
iN hUWoMaNiFesT
waYah.. yeS.. noWfREE..:)
And yUP.. sPeaKinG
of siGns and sYmbols..
random as such.. noW
iN synchronicity way..
‘thAT’ is the shadow
of a human in battle
worn feet now approaching
6000 miles in 36 months of Dance
Walking most everywhere i go.. noW
in a martial arts and ballet-like way
around September 6th..
2016.. oN cuRrent
trajecTory oF aRound
166.66 Monthly MiLes
close to 5400 miles noW
oF i aS water
and aiR floaTinG
oN Terrestrial
Land FReED..
however.. not
without A price
of struggle of
course as the
dance has practically
shined my nails off
in some places of
war torn moves..
but anyway..
if one can
stand to look
at the casualties
as such.. in the dirt
and terrain of left
foot worn.. perhaps
a Lion or Man in robe
but it’s onLY up to ya
to determine
which
one
isReal..;)
of siGns and sYmbols..
random as such.. noW
iN synchronicity way..
‘thAT’ is the shadow
of a human in battle
worn feet now approaching
6000 miles in 36 months of Dance
Walking most everywhere i go.. noW
in a martial arts and ballet-like way
around September 6th..
2016.. oN cuRrent
trajecTory oF aRound
166.66 Monthly MiLes
close to 5400 miles noW
oF i aS water
and aiR floaTinG
oN Terrestrial
Land FReED..
however.. not
without A price
of struggle of
course as the
dance has practically
shined my nails off
in some places of
war torn moves..
but anyway..
if one can
stand to look
at the casualties
as such.. in the dirt
and terrain of left
foot worn.. perhaps
a Lion or Man in robe
but it’s onLY up to ya
to determine
which
one
isReal..;)
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AKA
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Approximately 30,000+ printed pages…
just ’cause
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