SMiLes.. my FriEnd Zee.. i have a favorite tree.. in my backyard.. named as Dogwood.. and yoUr poem reminds me here.. that the leaves are so green and uniForm oF liFe in thriving way.. that i come to notice it hardly at all in the Summer.. until a leave of life drifts to the floor of Fall and coming Winter ground.. as staRt.. and sure enough i take photos from then on.. watching the leaves in nostalgia way with hope and faith and of course 100% Nature belief that sure.. leaves will come back again.. and the Beauty of that Love.. once aGain can be taken for trust and granted as the leaves hOld hands green with hardly any separation at all to see the Sun Behind the tree of life that truly was still living when leaves of Love left in Trust way.. and strangely enough the human IS A Tree in this way too.. sure.. as metaphor of poeTry and pardon me if i have provided this science story to you before.. but yes.. when love leaves.. the oxytocin neurohormone of social bonding goes way way down.. and the Sun of Dopamine feelings rises uP.. and drives the heARt.. the SpiRit and the mINd and BoDy soUl forward to regain the Serotonin trust of Neurochemical to go along with Dopamine as social bonding warm and fuzzy Neurohormone of oxytocin rises once again.. the key here.. in understanding how leaves go.. is to trust and know as hope.. even if one can feel neither of these or that warm and cozy baby feeling of being attached to love so fuzzy as cats purr when making biscuits that are truly love now that anyone can share.. without fear.. my friEnd.. sAdly though.. the human way has turned a card of nomad.. where without a nuclear family of two.. one can be the loneliest number oF aLL.. my FriEnd.. iN Winter that never seems to end.. and yes.. that is human nature my FriEnd.. and many human beings who have said goodbye to the hugs of village whole.. no longer can count on that Tree of Love that Dogwood.. that smiles a touch of comfort.. of warm and fuzzy that heals even romance when romance comes and goes.. anyWay.. obviously you have both reason and art.. and for some folks reaSon does hELp a heARt to understand what may come of Full Dogwood Trees with leaves that hold together where even the Sun is forgotten as LoVes Sings Leaves so warm and fuzzy sweet..:)
wInks.. i forgot the theme SonG to this as SonGs as you do kNoW and FeeL have a miGhty poWer to heal.. even beyond words of poEtry.. bilLions oF viewS on YouTube do not lie to that HEALING POWER.. and.. oh yeah.. by the way.. cruX of the story.. my wife is the Dogwood Tree who never sheds a leave oF aLL.. and i AM juST a lucky oNe..noW as that allows me to blow leaves oF Love everywHeRe i go.. noW.. aS the Dog wood is behind my SoUL.. heARt.. SpiRiT alWAys as LoVE noW…:)
WeLL.. the trUth and liGht iS.. i tend to stay in a sweet mood most of the now.. a little to a lot focused.. but the emoTioNs generated bY aLL thE DancE and poEtic eXpreS SioNs i come to say and play as WorDs and SonG noW oF DancE.. do deLiGht the hands and feat oF Y i.. from toes to fingers that candy man bE.. Now glUes oF sweet love truE.. with leaves of tree thaT kNow no bounds of FeeLing se pa ra tiOns.. distance.. aWay from Fearless Love as i continue to hand out this candy freely and sure.. also in a small tribute here by A way to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory and Gene Wilder.. and a promise i made long ago for an unending supply aS candy oF Love iN PoEtiC noteS and stePs of SonG and WorDs.. aS total DanCinG FeaT..:)
So yes.. off to dVerse for a few liNks before eat and work-out comes for night.. as a Quadrille prompt for the term ‘Leaves’ arrives tHeir too.. in official restriction of 44 words.. wHole but wHeRe i go WitH thaT.. at tHis point i.. have no clue.. as the sweetS iN mE of free continues to drive through..;)
Leave notes.. duSty gRow.. parched fAll oF heARt..:)
With every leave ThaT fAlls.. SpRingS WiNter HopE oF Summer’s DrEaM GreeN iSREAL..:)
HouseHolds oF Leaves.. Parents go to 4 inch screAms oF misSinG LoVE..:)
Rest of liFE IS A Fall oF Leaves.. Trees.. GroWinG bAck.. to born aGaiN..:)
Hope you are doing well Victoria.. and sMiLes.. leaVinG my comment on the next one heAr.. as work-arounds do come.. when finding after searching long enough it seems..:)
With every leave.. coveRinG twigs.. branches.. limbs and trunks thaT die as trees.. the sky lives more.. blUes of lifE StiLL crisp azure iN WiNter’s faLL..:)
And iF i don’t leave this keyboard now.. i’LL be late for the flesh and blood work out in Tree oF ReaL liFE whOle as my temple of iSReaL spRinGS yeaR ’round iN alWays LiVinG Leaves oF NoW i DancE FReED..:)
5:55 pm.. 8292016..:)
Back at 12:23 am.. 8302016.. for some more dVerse Leaves oF poeTry SonGs..:)
RiSing leaves of faLL… Holidays soon fall too.. Costumes of Halloween smiling children’s tricks for treats.. and sure when the last leave is hidden in snow.. Saint Nick comes and leaves aGaiN.. perHaps for iSREAL2..:)
Leaves of school dance bouquets pressed ‘tween annual pages.. ugh.. oh! noW re pLaced by Facebook pAges.. oh.. that hOld no flowerS olD.. Facebook has no memory smeLLs oF Love goNe byE..:)
sheLLs as fossils leave iMprints of liFe.. beForE.. lEaves oF poeTry.. sAMe.. mY friEnd..:)
SMiLes.. Leaves oF brOwn Fertilize R Green..:)
sMiLes.. the best leaves FaLL color liFe more..:)
Bring the leaves.. faLL.. as cOld only means hugs to me..:)
Whispering pine leaves roaring louder through cold fronts of Love that warms a heArt of chocoLate..:)
sMiLes.. i often tale the young men folk to win the art of woman is way of feat as steps and fingers.. words of dance warm the heARt.. of Love.. as SonG and DancE.. leaves oF original mating ritual beyond bills of dollar stone.. trees..:)
SMiLes.. my friEnd.. a soUl never leaves a hEaRtH.. oF sonG.. and i’m guessing the way your words lyricAlly flow noW that you have perfect pitch and rhythm and are a lovely singer too.. A iSREAL SonG neVer lieS liGht..:)
Side note.. i write in many sublime deeper and somewhat hidden meanings.. and i muST wonder noW.. how many of the LOL generation can understand much of all thaT iS sublime.. far beyond juST thE words oF F Y i.. noW.. trUe.. without perceiving more of GoD iSREAL.. ya miGht as well wrap/press a word named God in a book.. no different.. three letters.. now then.. than an old stale bouquet flower iN a 3500 or thousand year old book.. and never even open it up again.. if you cannot see the fLoWer oF God alive and Still GroWing more beautiful than ever bEfore.. sad of how many bilLioNs may never see a much fuller Flower face of God than words.. so stale and old in books of bLack and white.. BeYond Words.. God Does LIVe.. flowS oN iSREAL.. noW alWays aLL thaT iS..:)
Ah.. leaves are changing as we gRow older.. nah.. my knees are no longer leaving a place to run.. but i adapt to struggle.. and dance 6000 miles.. smoothly.. closely to earth.. in 3 yrs.. a feather i could have never been before leaves of run left.. and what comes nexT may be the most epic dance oF aLL.. iSREAL..:)
Green leaves of love inside never faLL to BrOwn oF old.. pressed flowers in a word or book..:)
A place where leaves never fall.. a place wHeRe no one ever leaves.. a place inside a fortress of Love that no one can break away.. diffiCult.. yes.. but possible @lEast for soMe.. and perHaps it stARTs as a slow dance for OnE.. @leAst and west foR one.. as two hemispheres of bRain join and beComE friEnds WiTH BoDy for ever.. noW… hemiSpHeres Now.. of eARTh not withstanding2..:)
SMiLes.. the reptile bRain.. sustains uS aliVe.. when aLL else leaves but the wiLL to survivE oN MoRE..:)
1:33 am.. nite nite comes.. and FoReSt in morn.. see ya..;)
Back at 2:38 pm.. on 8302016.. Soon.. New Moon approaching on September 1st.. and more on that approaching too.. and truly it is always a cool change to get back to Nature as Nature Deficit Disorder is the misery and suffering globAlly as such taken aWay from the Unity of God of NatuRe noW.. sAdly iT may be forevernow until the entire tribe of hUman BeinG DancEs and SinGS NakEd hOlding hands toGeTher aRound thE eARTh and perHaps if wE KA’ed the Ki and Chi.. and averted a meteor destroying all of Nature then we once aGaiN would not be ashamed to stand beFore God and allthatis sAMe NatUre naKed children inNocent aGaiN in allthat is to bEhOlD aLiVe of ThaT is aLL.. however.. changes stArt witH wE and smaLLer wiTh mE and the cool change i’LL be staring at the Full or New moon like a lover wiLL all Free bE.. yes.. time for a cool.. change oF Free in the Kingdom of Heaven now.. no longer is my life pre-arranged.. i for one heAR and are heRe.. thE CaLL of THe Wild of GoD FReED.. and noW back to dVerse as sure.. i’Ve been surrounded by Leaves and Trees and River sAMe.. as any Little River Band of the Cyberian Tiger River Leaves for more as GiVing and Sharing NoW..:)
To wait for leaves.. Bliss when first twig breeds a Bud to open Beauty.. ah.. but to Love the Twig as home of liFe dArk.. Green to come.. is to never be alone.. as DArk of TwiG beComes FriEnd of liGht and liFE sAMeallone.. and sure this could be a Budweiser commercial too.. but wHo cares as iDrInks of NatUre Twig and Leave… liGht and dARk.. SHades of Grey Full and New moon SAMe.. Hues of color.. never land forever more never ending StoRy.. oF TWiGliGht NoW.. sAMe..:)
Quick side note.. give and share more.. i would Love somEone.. anYone.. to respond to anYthing i say wIth full creativity unLeashed and relEased like this in Quantum Metaphor of miNd and BoDy SoUL BaLanCinG come to words.. what would i do then.. i for one.. would bEcome tHeir FriEnd.. and never leave tHeir Side returning comments sAMe.. and you KNOw what.. the TrUth iS.. iT already Happened and that FriEnd is the Father.. the Goddess.. or even the Blue Turtle of God inSide come out to pLay as Lover sAMe.. the Universal Archetype of God iN hUman Christ Consciousness.. Super Consciousness.. Stream of Consciousness writing.. Self Actualization.. the ZeN oF Art in Mind FuLL AwAreness.. the FloW iN ZonE.. the vision quest realized.. no matter what MeTaPhoR.. the essence iS aLiVE iN mE and thriViNG heARt.. iN SpiRit of DAncE and SonG in words oF poEtry aS WinGS of NUde photoGraphy.. in new age renaissance FULLEST PASSioNaTE Style.. and fEat of Dance to share with all otHeRs clothed by law and or naked Free by God aLL ThAT iS oNe for noW AliVE iNside.. outSide.. aBove.. so Below and all aRound as mE.. am i the oNly oNe like tHis.. i hope is all i say.. i’LL meet more along the trail of God and i OnE co-creator FReED..:)
SMiLes.. the greAtest Art may be.. when one sit beFore the Canvas of God and fiNds the Brush of God@Hand.. so-FReEd..:)
As second brief side note ends and noW back to thE originAlly scheduLed poEtry proGram foR Now..;)
SMiLes.. now.. of course i have no idea who you are.. but at 50 when.. i thOught my youth was over.. something as simple for the literal minded me then.. as a new science of Neuroplasticity and Epigenetics convinced me that now the limits set by averages were the averages of statistics set by a culture of lEarned functional disability in aging early vs.. beyond the cat who leaps long distances now at age twenty.. simply ’cause he or her has met the challenges of the call of the wild now to leap further than the cats of bEfore.. Youth Never leaves my friEnd with the now power of Believe and yes.. more importantLy the realiTy oF jUSt doing iT moRE and waiting on no one else to spot ya for miracles oF A LIVe.. And trUe this miGht be heARd as BS.. iF i did not document the whole entire journey of 3 years.. 60 to 70K photos.. and still approaching 4 million words in 42 months total for witness of this hiGher poWer oF NatUre gifted in US for HUman potenTial that iS real as 1000 beautiful girls simply smiling ear to ear wiTh a Dance oF i.. @56 with more energy in Empirical reaLiTy noW as evidenced than a 16 year old school kid.. mY FriEnd.. the Heaven and the Fountain of YoutH lives within.. sure.. with Human skIN.. but far from liMits of Old BeFore FiElds of DreAMs cAMe to liFE for at lEast one as i.. and sure Fields noW of DreAms alWays sTArt WitH i oF mE.. mY FriEnd.. perHaps i aM mistaken but i heARd an old lament here that i once Sang and almost believed to the detriment of Human poTential Leaves of Tree never even imagined then.. Miracles iSREAL iS Tree oF LiFe WitH RooTs..:)
sMiLes.. hmm.. yeah.. Orange is the new bLack and all of that.. and nah.. leaves of orange ain’t nothing compared to Apples of FReED.. and i take it the Apple is now Free.. not thInKing too many folks iN A grey poupon world have this now.. hmm.. larger orange perspective.. heHe… but tHere are a few.. anyWay.. i found work to be even worse for me at least and more deadly2.. as slave as prisoner comes more than bars.. wherEver leaves noW.. A SoUl iS hELd captive..:)
SMILes Saxophones are sexier as they Breathe fALL air.. guitars juST strum numb compared to air that Breathes Free iN Leaves that Tree.. DreaMs oF moRe CoRe.. gOld..:)
Leave oF thOughts scatteRed ADHD wiNds.. written words focus one by one MoRe.. poEtry heals more than words..:)
SMiLes.. Dee.. i Love thE DensCity oF yoUr wordS..;)
iT iNspiRes mY overPoPulaTioNs.. gRoWinG A Little smAller..;)
A Best thing i Love about poEtry IS A depth of memories iT inSpires of EmoTioNs.. no matter past or future or current words.. A metaphor ticket here to a September Dance.. a faLL love leaves for me.. and a sweater then.. that strangely enough smelled like love as cigaretTe old stale stogies from a Cuban Mother and her flower of a young Woman who would eventually break my heart for decades.. sweaters of smoke love gonE down and up aGain..:)
Man.. Walt.. i couldn’t help it.. i stopped at those social reforming eYes of Rod Serling and twiLight ZoNe i go.. for me at lEASt.. the best poEtry breathes Leaves Serling Silver Strange.. every word he said was poEtry to me.. free verse of course.. write oN course.. deep deep.. from within..:)
And poeTry keeps thE leaves reNeWed..:)
SMiLes.. 2015.. WiNter oF neVer Lands leaves.. HeArt Red FloWers.. INdian Summer ever leaves.. January BLooms.. looKing forWard.. 2017.. A cOld fRont.. coMes.. juSt onE Seed oF SeaSons change.. Florida North WitH SNow.. dreAm FLakes leaVe DiffeRence..:)
A UniVerse oF Life Leaves.. faLL oF Death.. LIFe precious noW.. so.. unique.. multi-UniVerse eYeS iN every SeNtienT BEinG..:)
sMiLes.. so trUe.. Autumn as fAll L E A V E aLL.. without school and work.. is simply and literAlly aLL LoveR and DancE and poEtry to mE.. alWays SpRinG iN eYeS and feaT oF SinG and DancE..:)
Stress oF leaves cumulative.. fall from tree strong.. witheRinG winteRinG breathE SinGs dreams lost Leaves… FaLL.. E-Scape comes.. dreams brew liFe aGain..:)
Self Fulfilling prophecies too.. of moves leaving.. old.. young.. all.. from top to bottom goes ruSty iN sTiLL waves that no longer move.. feel.. Ocean wHole.. in other words use or lose in all stuff life alWays applies Now to entropy or living loving more.. when Still leaves..:)
HAPPY!.. yeS.. oF sEEinG eYes To eYes Of biRds oF NatUre.. wE aLL flY Happy.. wheN seeinG eYes tO eYes OnE LeaveS noW fAlls A SonG oF WiLd And Free..:)
Rovers and Sitters.. in all of the Animal Kingdom noW.. some leave some stay.. some fearless.. otHeRs cautious… iNnate basis goeS oN now.. iNtrovert vs.. eXtrovert.. And then the Jekyll’s anD Hyde’s iN eXtremes boTh.. leaVes otHeR wayS of SittinG or Roving morE..:)
Words of GOlden WinGs fEat.. alWays better written than lost forever.. no matter how and wHere noW a wRite as Love of LiFe SinGS a SonG that GrowS oN..:)
FaLL of Youth Leaves.. A Tree so high with Winds Breeze hiGher.. and hiGher as liFe SpRinGs oN.. HeArt SpRinGs hiGheR.. reaSons kill heArt… Magic oF yOuth Leaves HeArt bRinGS back SpiRiT oF MiNd and BoDy SoUL BaLanCinG rEborn.. A child oF Youth’s liGht returns wITh heARt… ReAsons die..:)
Werewolf Leaves.. GroW as Epigenetics and Neuroplasticity unfoldS in environmental challenge and struggle noW as adaptation comes as change.. the WiLd of Leaves Tree oF hUman liFe SprinG noW GrowS back under weaker domesticated cultural clothes..:)
Son of Leaves Son of Comes back.. Son of Love alWays does as Love GoeS oN..:)
After traveling to Mothers home and other places outside and inside too.. finished for now at 8:49 pm.. 8302016..:)
Ah.. the nostalgia.. of the Facebook video slide show helper.. An afternoon siesta for Katrina.. Sun and Dogwood.. with Sand and Ivy stretching for more Sand and Sun.. Butterflies reaching for nectar of piNk FloweRed beauty.. just anotHeR aFter noon deLight iN Heaven.. noW also kNoWn and fELt as Garden of Eden2..Now..:)
Hmm.. been a while since i prEsenTed a pre-workout fAce of intense focus.. getting ready for XXtreme Strength training and of course martial arts and ballet-like dance.. that i do everywHeRe i go anyWay.. to keep the laser focus.. short term working memory.. and the rest of cognitive executive functioning.. in MoVinG ConNecTinG and CreATinG goiNG doWn foR miNdful AwareNess of heARt and spiRit NoW in BoDy BaLanCing soUl2.. isReAL1.. noW.. juSt Now for iSREAL2..:)
Yes.. it’s true.. one of the main reasons my friends wanna come visit with me.. is to shop with Katrina.. and it’s true too.. the world needs more fun photos of Katrina than me as beauty never gets tiring.. no matter how many times it changes clothes.. hehe.. or hmm.. buys them too.. but seriously.. Katrina doesn’t and really can’t buy anymore clothes until we build a bigger home.. which ain’t happening.. as i ain’t leaving the Garden of Eden Free.. with the daM Mortage paid.. F iN oFF.. it’s why you save so much money when you get older as your F iN home gets filled up with stuff.. stuff.. stuff and more stuff.. ugh.. too.. iF i can just stop writing long enough.. i’LL cart it off to Good WiLL soon.. ugh oh.. that means more more room for clothes.. sure.. i’LL keep wriTing more more more.. for free.. free.. FReED.. iS this what ‘they’ naMe as F.B. sMaLL talk.. WeLL heY.. noW.. at lEast i’M Trying.. to ‘Sell iT’ as such..;)
AnyWay.. Katrina is just now watching a news Bulletin on the 11 years ago name sake of her Hurricane.. and she says you got off cheap with me.. as the other me.. would’a cost yA.. 108 Billion Dollars.. oKay.. i Give.. i Give.. i’LL give some more..;)
You kNow and the most amazing thing oF aLL.. after twenty-seven years now of being toGetHer wHole since consummation of that on September 21st coming uP agAiN around the FaLL equinox and sure.. 57th birth DAY of my conception give or take a day.. as my original birthdate was around the Summer Solstice of June 20th.. 1960.. before the Doctor went on Vacation and delivered me early on that 6660 day.. on my Driver’s License that the local FUNdies.. who use to sell me beer at the checkout counter back in the day when i had one a day.. to juSt geT through another day of stress at work.. looked at me with the fear of something when they seen them three sixes on my DL.. as sure.. i got carded past 40 as that can go down too.. and then other folks named me as the Devil’s sPawn.. juSt for fUn.. daM that original Omen movie.. even kinda scared me at first.. literal in some ways bible reader then too.. as hey.. i was eXposed to so much oF iT2.. GroWinG up in the world record holder place of the most churches per square miles of New Jerusalem and a mill town once named as hell at first for the daM briars on the river banks.. the first settlers had to traverse to get on dry land.. hehe.. seriously.. no joke.. it all went down for real and continues to play like something stranger than the most craaazzzyy theater or book flick ya ever read and seen.. oh weLL.. thanks for the memories.. and yes.. someone has to get aLL A’ tHe daM JOBs donE if no else IS A gonna pick up the BALL of confusion and get iT all straightened out..;)
Facebook Friend Jerri and Katrina’s Sister too.. says..
Fred you deserve to live in the garden…your back yard… if you didn’t buy that dress for Trina!!!! It looks beautiful in front of her ..;)
And i say in somewhat sarcastic return.. hehe.. but truthfully so.. of course..
She tried it on.. and said it looked like crap.. but you know how picky she is..;)
WeLL.. let me tale yA.. all this free stuff of the modern age.. like the Facebook video photo slide algorithm Video Producer.. is maKing more and more of my pleaSures in liFE so easy to give and share morE.. as ‘this’ photo journey.. takes one through the New Bagdad City of Florida.. which is of course a far cry for the other often bloody place of soils across the seas of human misery and suffering.. whaT a contrast noW wE.. in the U.S. oF A live free without worries of getting blown up on our way to work as long as one can avoid the road rage.. ‘course.. heHE.. and yeah.. noW Pokemon Rage that takes the eye off the wheel as well.. yeah.. ugh.. but anyway.. the beauty of the Old Bagdad Mill Site.. now made into family and civic activity park.. the Old River Trail Walk.. and Marquis Basin to end a very pleasant Tuesday Morn in Sunshine and the life of Nature so set free.. without any close surroundings of what an empath can and does feel.. even in a neighborhood of very stressed working and home life individuals.. life is way more stressful than it needs to be.. but as Billy Joel says.. one day at least you can polish the wheels on yoUr Cadillac ack ack ack ack ack ack.. from what sadly may be a Walmart cart or other similar moving device that takes one to eye level with metal wheels that have no rubber left by the now the so-called golden years arrive for re-TiRE-Ment.. it’s a fAct.. i Leave that place.. years ago and ain’t eva’ going back to human prisons where dollar bills and stuff of tools become the human being.. instead of BeinG OnE WiTh NAtuRe WhOlE.. also known as GOD dAM LiFe NOW..:)
So.. the En Name Test F.B. thingy.. LeAVes.. a note about Katie.. the avatar name for noW oF Y i.. cAlls me a her.. and that’s oKay.. as at least it don’t discriminate against female sounding male names.. and what else yeah.. it’s true i was once Broken.. am i beautiful.. i’Ve been told by at lEast one person my heArt looks that way.. and by anotheR that my soUl looks that way.. and that’s trUly enough compliment in one lifetime of what was most definitely broken before.. the Goddess ISIS.. no.. not the F iN Head Hunters but the wife Katrina.. yes.. when she is not performing liFe as Hurricane aS weLL.. yes.. miGhtY waves of water she can be.. with a few words of BloWinG ‘warmer’ air that can spread of her.. at least aT hoMe.. anyWay.. yes.. she helped put me back toGeThEr no less than what the before incarnate version of her did with the mythological Osiris.. ReaLiTy sHows of hUman are much more interesting and strange than books of pages.. restricted to only words of liFe.. Yeah.. i for one.. do love life with all my heArt and sure that love comes back as when one truly loves with what iSREAL Fearless Love of heARt and SpiRit oF ExpResSinG aLL EmoTioNs and SeNses of iiFe.. iT is simply a law of returns oF Nature AKA God.. no different than the graVitY of liFe.. but here’s the thing.. only fool proof.. when a miNd and BoDy iS BaLanCinG as SoUL.. with 100% practice.. of both FeeLinG.. SenSinG.. and ExpReSsinG Hope.. Faith and Belief with zero doubts and illusory fears of what God’s iSREAL maGic can and wiLL bRing as thiS Force of God grows synergisticAlly in the eYes of HuMans when more than one comes toGeTHeR for common meaning and purpose.. sad pArt iS.. tHeir is both black magic potential and white MaGiC potential in this higher potential of hUman bEinG and all the sHades of GreYs and hues of colors ‘tween and beYoNd allthatis one wITh Force of God.. some folks take the path of fear and hate.. and others take the path of hope and love.. only one path.. is the path to liGht and that path is coloRed.. WitH liGht.. and the key is at core of sharing and givinG iT FeeLs and SeNSes uP inStead oF dOWN.. as Freedom SinGs and RinGS a hand and feat oF Fearless HoPe and LoVe NOW.. And.. finAlly.. the EN name test is correct.. i for one.. am no slave to anyone or anyland otHeR than GiVinG and sHaRinG ALLTHATISGODnoW..:)
Commercial small talk break..
Facebook Friend Rafiah.. shares a status that says..
Watching Doctor Who is having your heart broken again and again.
And then i say..
WeLL.. my sister says it comes on.. Saturday.. on PBS.. so i WiLL reCord Dr. Who.. and watch it one time.. at lEAst in honor of mY FriEnd Rafiah.. so i WiLL have something fUn.. to say to her soon.. hope fully to mend her heARt..;)
Commercial small talk break on FB.. ends for now..;)
And now continues as Rafiah returns in real time response with..
Yeah and then we’ll talk about it endlessly..:D
And i say.. perhaps until then..
Yes.. Yar.. i’Ve been kNown and fELt to say aLot..;)
Best thing about ‘this selfie’.. made carefully by my sister.. in a Saturday in the park that is alWays the Fourth of July of Freedom for me.. is i Am Wild And Free.. my body moves and curves in form of essence as the Golden Spiral noW oF God moVing liFe iNspiRinG sAMe all through NatURe.. this pose.. this Yoga move of Balance.. is one of Chi Force of the inner hiGher hUman Synergy of Energy Force poTential that iS both EmotIoNal.. and SenSory and Sure SeNuaL2.. Force of Being hUman.. sAdly.. hUmans these days are too weak in the gut to do this Nude and share it free as cultures of the past more free with God’s eYes and body did as children of God without shame of the flesh of God’s sKin wE sAMe.. so no.. i cannot do this alNaturale.. but at lEAst partially to show the aesthete curves spiRaling from head to toe of human being.. “Cyberian Tiger River Leaves”.. a photo worth a title for a 699th Macro Verse celebrating 42 full online months of publicly witnessing for God in words.. as Ocean Whole Poem approaching 4 milLion.. in photos.. in songs.. and videos.. and hell yes.. head to toe.. fully as by God i AM A Very Healthy and Strong with ZERO CULTURALLY CLOTHED HUMAN OF ILLUSORY FEARS AND HATE.. sad for those who move.. and connect.. in Creation Activity ways.. that they hide the beauty of tHeir heARt.. their SpiRit.. and thEir Mind and BoDy BaLanCinG soUl.. beHind the real ass of cultural clothes.. i FaLL no longer to the drOuGht of cultural clothes.. i stand naked and Free as Flowing River Leaves Witness Now foR aLLnoW iSrEAL.. God of Nature.. complete with my first words from God on September 1st in words of KATiE MiA as Kind Autistics Taking in Everything.. Mindful in Awareness.. from the first day of March 2013.. 42 months ago now.. with blog completion of that period of time coming on 9112016 2 juSt another metaphor for the essence oF one pArt oF Allthatis.. aka GOD noW.. but never the less a voice of God that is unique and mine from head to toe and inside.. and outside.. and all around above.. so below.. to share and give as i for one plEase.. all legally in a Country of the U.S. oF A.. wHere folks can once again heRe.. bE CaLL of GoD and aCT Free and WiLD aGain.. no longer coveRinG uP whaT is aLL hoLY and Sacred Free from beFore the clothed apples of fear and hate.. that will alWays come initially when we clothe ourselves away from GOD oF Nature allthatis allone Naked and Free noW.. God is my religion and My God is Free and Naked with no lies of human cultures.. made to divide uS away from a Unity noW as and WiTh GoDNow.. as Tree oF liFe iSREaLnoW2..:)
Fellow Poet Blogger Hank from dVerse comes by and says…
“Nice pics. So also the writings. But too big a number at one go!
And i say iN return.. aGain.. iSREAL noW..
SMiLes Hank.. first of all thanks so much for stopping by and commenting.. you are one of the very few that has enough ummph as it were and is to navigate their way all the way down through what can literally be a Novel in one blog post.. and lately here.. yes.. it is very close to a Novel.. with comments added as my draft section for an entire Novel.. in every single post which amounts to around a Novel of Free Verse Poetry every week.. truth be told there is no record in humankind of anyone ever doing this.. and if tHeir is.. it is well hidden my friend… and it is safe to say that not many humans have danced across the distance of the United States twice in all the public stores they visit.. in a three year period of 6,000 miles coming up here soon with a total of 12,000,000 online words now total.. by Thanks Giving Day of this 2016 year in 6 years that is the equivalent of 14 bibles and 140 Kurans to give a real tangible sense now on what i have accomplished in whole of writing endeavor in the last 6 years.. but my friEnd.. with the additional relatively small feat of leg pressing nearly half a ton of weight on a very difficult leg press machine in parallel leg press way with my arms raised in the air like a Ballerina.. 33 reps now at age 56.. surpassing all ages of elite military physical specimens in that particular exercise at my military gym.. and getting three college degrees at one time.. with three part time jobs doing that all at one time in my earliest twenties.. always at the top of my class in grades.. retiring at a high grade of pay then of Federal Civilian Service after a quarter of a Century doing that ranging from Bowling Center Manager..then to Administrative Support Assistant for a Navy Captain.. to Community Activities Director to Athletic Director.. finAlly of a Military Station.. sure.. perhaps all of that is too much.. including Witnessing for God now for 42 months in the longest total Long Form Poem in this now 699th Verse as of September 1st to be published that day.. yes.. iN still reaching 4 million words since March of 2013.. in 42 months.. twice as long as that 1.8 million word previous longest form poem.. written by many folks over the span of Centuries in Sanskrit in India named.. Mahabharata.. i tell you what too much really is.. the cross i bore in life.. that includes being born on the Autism Spectrum.. and not speaking until age 4.. being bullied most of my life.. for this spectrum way of being.. but truly that was nothing at all.. not even a mosquito bite of a problem compared to enduring what medical literature states is a pain worse than crucifixion.. no.. not getting off with a three hour stint.. with a spear in the side.. but going 66 whole months with this dentist drill like pain in right eye and ear.. with no drug relief at all.. named the suicide disease.. a total of 18 other medical diagnoses.. that i’ve probably highlighted with you before.. the thing that really amazes me.. truthfully so.. is most no one really believes in Jesus.. those folks who call themselves Christians.. no one really believes that anyone would come and do more than he as then Saint John said they would in what was reported of Jesus still now.. and no one seems to believe that heaven is now.. at hand same as promised in that same generation of Jesus then.. as reported now.. too.. mostly folks are waiting for him to come back again instead of fulfilling the prophecy accredited to him that others will come and do more than him.. perHaps.. ’cause i was on the Autism Spectrum i took that literally and really believed it my friend.. ’cause what i just did is it.. and sorry if you cannot see who i AM.. History repeats itself.. for one reason and one reason only my friend.. Human nature is the same then as it is now.. ye of little faith will never do as much as i do my friEnd.. but i have ALL 100% Hope.. Faith and Belief with Fearless love.. FeeL and kNoW that one day someone else will do more than i too.. perHaps it WiLL take a thouSand years.. but never the less.. i’ve set the bar and challenge my friend.. job well done.. i did it my way and the Jesus way of too much too.. and you know what the best thing of all is.. i do all of this free since i literally went to hell in January of 2008.. not earning one cent for any oF iT.. and i Love iT aLL WitH all of heARt.. mY SpiRit.. and mY soUL and seriously dude.. you should be impressed more than just saying you did too much.. but seriously you make me giggle after what i’Ve been through my friEnd.. as i AM the lucky one and next time you see Jesus carrying a cross.. i suggest you do not tale him that his cross is not heavy enough.. as you fly by with A half assed back handed compliment.. with zero chance of you coming back to see what ‘Jesus’ said iN ReTurn.. Never the less.. as i originally stated.. thanks for stopping by again.. as most people know not what i do.. heHE.. as the turn of a Friendly card at lEAst comes bAck NoW in hiGhly riSinG ways oF iSReaL.. with just anoThEr opportunity to use my favorite current Rock and Roll Prophetess to accompany noW.. what i continue to do too much of here..;)
Big problem with half the world.. is it.. most of IT.. thinks/feels that God stopped talking through humans anywhere from 3500 years ago.. to the 7th century since the death of so-called Jesus now.. and for those mostly literally thinking folks who believe every thing is already complete of what God is Gonna now Do as Nature whole.. are just stagnating in mud pies of old.. where the only chains of God are the ones they wear as nooses around their necks of same.. it is more than safe to say that the God of Nature works in much more mysterious ways that what a humanly 5 or so step dinosaur scientific method that hasn’t changed noW in centuries significantly attempts to do in empirical measures of observable phenomena that is on the outside of what we even exist as in synergistic way holding hands togEther as a supra-organism of being human with minds and bodies even attached online now too.. when John Lennon suggested the Beatles did more than Jesus.. as per the actual human being of course they did.. as there was no mass communication way back when.. the Roman crew with Catholics too.. are the one’s responsible for the message of whomever said it 40 years after the death of Jesus did get through of what was left by that by way of sword and expanding Roman Empire.. same way as the Muslim religion of Muhammad was spread by force of the sword too.. after the 7th Century AD.. but anyWay.. as far as the original Jesus dude.. Elvis did more too.. and hell yeah.. even Marilyn Monroe.. in the influence on culture all of these folks have had too.. as human freedoms have directly expanded for the tireless artist in prophet and prophetess iSREaL MoDErn Messengers of God oF Nature wE dO expand the horizons of human freedoms to more more more.. in peace and harmony as Coke even knows and feels too.. in soft drink way.. yeah.. Nike says just do it.. and that is likely more than what the real dude Jesus did in his lifetime then too.. no duh.. we have technology now as megaphone to inspire folks around the world.. like Billions of views of Katy Kat’s sonGS too.. and hell yes.. her song Firework was the only voice that could reach my soul.. before i had the strength to write the first word in hell then.. so yeah.. she IS A prophetess and messenger of God who reached me and gave my soul a spark of hope.. where no other force in the world could but her voice of inspiring hope then.. in Firework way.. tHen.. and here’s the thing.. NoW.. i AM no one.. just a person in their underwear behind a computer no different really than that other dude with underwear on TV with Lung Cancer who was doing something bad for bucks.. in breaking bad.. i broke good.. and folks who break Good for Fearless Love.. Win in Free all of Victory now.. and yes.. as Mr. Kite.. says.. as perHaps the LSD of the Beatles then took them to another realm of God then to see my life now.. aS Bizarre in Quantum effect and affect that might seem to be.. but yes.. Mr. K here who is now this Katie Mia here.. has now.. yes.. performed an act special that is second to none.. and sure i am a magic horse that dances the waltz too.. aCausally as A Beatle and two and more WiLL help me do.. well before and still wHeRe they have no idea who i ever was and likely ever will be now.. we are all connected.. all is interdependently related now.. around aLL.. as A Synchronicity Song SingS noW2.. and Now.. iF you thiNk noW.. time and distance and even space exists in any concrete way Now.. perHaps.. you too.. should develop.. an artistic method thaT FucKinG helps you to kNOW.. sEE and FeeL moRE of iSReaL God noW2.. and develop yoUr hiGher God Of Nature poTenTial and jusT do more than i.. i now set the challenge now to just go do it.. With WiNks.. of iSReAL GoD noW2..Now but you better hurry up.. if yA gonna go past my God Given poTenTial as trUth NoW and liGht be tOld.. i AM juSt warming uP.. LUKE HOT.. alWays.. i riSe moRe.. in A Captain SAlt way thaT iSREaL noW too..:)
The Facebook always truSty Memory provider bringS an ode to Love of two years ago.. from mE.. of course.. heHe.. on LOVE IS.. and sure Love is even so much more than this aS it alWays GrowS oN..:)
i’Ve written much more than even i can wrap my miNd around iN FeeLinG way.. and every Facebook Memory of a Macro-Verse to me in stream of consciousness wriTing heAR.. of a yEar ago.. may be a verse that i never rehearsed or never even read over aGain.. but the photos here of mY Father’s Family and his marriage to his second wife.. of three who he eventuAlly married twice is of heArFelT alWays interest to me too.. of course.. and one great thing about setting milestones like 42 months witnessing for God.. is i WiLL remember wHere i placed these heARt FeeLinG photos too.. iN KAT Tales and Parabells from a year ago too.. then.. going through a difficult and very time consuming project too of getting his estate all fixed up and ready for sale.. that literally took over a year then to get thaT aLL Straightened out too..:)
And with all that said.. one of my favorite themes for poetry.. named as the moon.. is the Tuesday dVerse prompt that i haven’t moved to yet.. as the 1:35 am hoUr of 8312016.. is heRe for noW.. and man i’m ready to hit the sack now and perhaps i’LL strike a new post tomorrow.. like those glamour shots of my Father’s second wedding then.. but for now.. i’m going flat down in bed.. hehe.. snoozing for the win aGaiN tomorrow morn bRight as Sun rises soon for more fun then2..;)
WeLL sPeaking of Vogue and poses and my promise yesterday evening so late to write more a post on pose yesternight.. theRe is the Face of My FaTher here at hmm.. around 33 years of age.. a Face that had zero flaws.. as an aesthete born this way.. and as any child might hope to grow up as a father who has super hero looks without even trying at all.. just born that way with looks that meant that every secretary in his law enforcement work would be willing to write his written and required reports for him.. then.. just to look into his eyes for a while.. even though he didn’t then say much at all.. and it was this blonde haired potential model looking second wife who always wore the best clothes and Jewelry.. no low maintenance wife was she like my mother hehe.. he wanted a woman who would make money.. and she did and loved to spend it too.. and she said she wanted a husband who could hold a wine glass in class at the fine dining parties too.. and sure he did.. and yes.. he was a Connoisseur of Gold rings.. Guns and knives and a closet full of brand new shirts still with tags.. as tHeRe was is no hiding elegance then of a man forced into a just another ‘red neck’ town of Tallahassee then.. with a Father.. my Grandfather.. an X-Catholic Priest.. and noted author who even dined with Einstein in the socialist political circles of intellectuals in New York, New York.. of middle of last century.. It was obvious that my Father had so much more human potential behind those crystal green eyes and Jet black eye brows.. who could have played James Bond with a few work-outs to increase his physique.. but with his looks.. never a workout needed.. even with a little pudgy the face was enough to attract women like honey everywhere he looked into eyes that melted before him back then.. a certain charm.. a Natural Animal Magnetism of the man who is fearless and confident.. from having his way with ease.. but truly i would trade none of my struggles for the ease of his life.. that never knew the stellar highs and the polar lows of what human has done from day one to do more.. but still his face his art.. and his second wife Carolyn who became a dear beloved Step Mother to us.. who we still cherish very much.. but trapped into money and materialism of stuff they always were as the beauty they were of silver and gold became the clothes.. and the lottery tickets my father bought until his last days on earth always more of something he always was gifted with free inside and in form of flesh too.. the choice of the rebel.. my Grand father to escape the labyrinth of the Catholic Church rules who he even wrote a book about regarding the Catholic Church and about the Soul of a Priest too.. The apples can fall far from the tree.. but yes the original seed remains juST waiting to open in foreign and ignorant lands of what was much greater in human potential of beFore.. the struggle is for the win.. without the struggle.. and the ashes.. there will bE no more Phoenixes to rise higher..:)
Oh yeah., and interestingly enough that is my current Rich Uncle Bob in the front. A man with A common face and the normal struggles of life who went on to get rich off of selling Vacuum cleaner bucks that my father always aspired to compete with in half-brother sibling rivalry as after my Grand Mother.. the Cajun spiced one Divorced my Grand Father.. her next husband was a Jewish guy and a police officer then too.. and on September 10th as my 42 months of Blog witnessing for God in coincidence and synchronicity way of meaning whole of archetype through history in sacred number 42.. and yeah.. i’ll use any excuse to make something holy and sacred into juST another fEast day of RiSing lights.. we will have a big Dinner for that side of the family Celebrating Uncle Bob’s Birthday in Destin Beach ways of Panhandle then.. they will have no idea it is a special day of epic significance like perHaps no other single day for an individual writing sacred text in new age way.. and that’s okay.. as i continue to document the experience here.. for ages to come.. if only one person reads it a thousand years from now.. bottom line.. iT all went down for real.. this is no myth this go around.. i for one as Phoenix riSing iSReaL.. with all the scars fully exposed.. no secrets.. and much more to be revealed.. juST ’cause God told me so.. iN God sPeAk oF Synchronicity iSReaL2.. yeah baby as they say.. God WiNks2..;)
From 13 days ago.. in response to Facebook FriEnd Rafiah.. who shares a profile pic photo of a tardis and a surreal landscape of colors and a couple walking down a sidewalk with umbrella over head..
i visit again.. who is happier.. the couple.. under the umbrella.. the colorful lights.. or the tardis from another place.. i say.. under the umbrella..:)
And then i say today.. more..
wiNks.. Rafiah.. i visit aGain.. 13 Days later When Yaar Likes this Comment As that is What True Yaars Do and YoUr reward For liking my Comment Is the Dr wHo Secret revealed That the under The Umbrella Are all those who FeeL and Are Aware that Under the UMbr ELLa is the Kingdom oF God and By the way.. i am an iSREAL Mr.. WHo.. No Longer.. A Dr.. Jekyll.. Or Clark Kent..;)
Facebook Friend Himali shares a vintage ‘Friends’ show slide.. with ‘Chandler’ enhanced for the modern day that says..
iN words to the effect that since the ipHone 7 is coming out in September that the other phones from 6 to 5 will be reduced in price so one will be able to afford the 4s..
iN return i say..
i’LL Wait for 7s As S means Faster than The last speeding Bullet Without S..;)
Most all my life.. i’Ve spent assisting others and finAlly i have my own employee.. the Facebook Algorithm.. Video Slide Production Assistant working tirelessly.. even when i on am on the verge of sleep.. late late in the wee hours of the morning.. all i have to do then is press share and post.. yeah.. noW on the ipHone6s.. hehe.. that lately i’Ve ended uP sleeping with.. with ear buds sTiLL attached to ears.. passing out as it were.. given all i got for the day and more.. haha.. anyWay the tale end of Tuesday Evening Public DanCinG aT Walmart.. put on as a video show by my Robot friEnd from Facebook who pulls through with ease as electronic eYes do.. online.. more more more..:)
And now i say.. if machines can progress to Superman S status humans can too.. including me and you too.. and truly up tHeir in the metaphor that Rafiah might have to google more fully in cultural context to understand as i often have to do.. to use words like Yar and Yaar with her that means Friend too.. yes.. it’s true the idea of the Superman Comic with Clark Kent and the caped crusader originally came from the Bi-Polar Archetype of human personality where disinhibition of previously repressed abilities comes out in the ashes rising as the phoenix per se.. through out legends and realities of human history too.. including the Buddha.. and the Table Turning Jesus.. of course too.. sword or turn the other cheek.. yes.. the bad cop and good cop.. Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll and Clark Kent and Jesus2..
Oh yeah.. and it’s worth noting that Dr. wHo changes out of a cop call box like a phone booth too.. and hey.. for the folks who missed it.. that cultural now artistic archetype of communication change is even in the Matrix movies with Neo as well.. their IS A great deal more to be lEarned from hUman arT that text books will ever do for ya mostly in school.. as that shit doesn’t usually apply to real life of the human heARt.. SpiRit and miNd and BoDy BaLancing soUL of EmoTions and SeNSes in MoVinG.. ConNecTing CreAtinG wAys of ImaGiNAtiOn of Physical.. Emotional and Existential Intelligences that are the evolved intelligences of the Art of HUman that have alWays been paramount before humans got stuck in behind desk ways of thinking and solving problem that make more illusory fears and worries than any God Dam thing else.. otHeR than creature comforts that continue to come.. hehe.. like the alWays Free Facebook Algorithm Kilroy continues to be here.. slave of Robot jUSt for mE and yOu who kNow and FeeL how to take advantage of the Robots of culture without beCoMinG a FucKinG TERminator Machine ourselves.. it’s called Wisdom my friEnds that only can be more fuLLy leArned by life’s experiences in trial and error way.. of failure and success.. and those of us who eventually find FULLEST ViCTORY.. give/share as the greATest testament to hUman BeinG is Fearless LoVE.. in the iSREaL actiOn of TOTaLLy Free GIVING AND SHARING.. UP TO THE SACRIFICE OF ONE’S LiFE FOR OTHERS.. but no.. i AM more FucKinG valuable alive than dead even if for the one group of folks who are my immediate family.. and sure.. i Love the icing on the cake that is the rest of Nature.. NoW folks who are strangers and aLL oF GoD of NatuRe too.. gifted i am.. and giver and sharer i REmaiN.. aS GoD sKeYes shONe.. bluE and GreEn as i of eYes briGhter.. noW..:)
The Facebook Algorithm Memory Assistant provides a Macro-Verse from Ocean Whole Poem from a year ago that is Awakening NOW.. and in perUsinG this Macro-Verse Memory again.. i AM prompted to use the Chvrches ‘Clearest Blue Song again.. as i like the Elfin mannerisms of the lead SinGer and her somewhat magical qualities of voice in SonG iN form of Essence of obviously deeper trUths in liGht perHaps not visible in voice to the casual audiophile as it were and sTilLL iS noW.. ain’t nuThing too casual about the deep oF me.. hehe.. except when i float like air and water as dAncE.. as a Butterfly Wookiee on Terrestrial Plane noW.. sure with Kicks that Sting not likely less than the REAL MUHAMMAD ALI.. but nah.. this hUman spars with steel and no flesh as any compassionate Superman with empathy for oThers WiLL do in consuming no otHeRS with Harm.. except for a cow and a steak medium rare.. as omnivores Naturally WiLL do in the Free range too of WiLd.. Lamps all liT uP for liFE oh.. so FReED..;)
And speaKing of Vegetarians and omnivores.. two of my favorite Vegetarians are Himali and Prajakta from India.. and this Awakening NOW post includes some of the first communication with them.. and iF iT wasn’t for Desi girls.. including Rafiah.. of course.. and the original Lala Rukh too.. my online experience would not be nearly as colorful with Love as my Friend Zee from Pakistan too who is also an omnivore three to make five girls from Desi land who have brought much kindness and Love to me overall in three years of witnessing for God of Nature now.. they all have been my Desi muse of Love.. in Friendship for up to three years now.. and sure.. i hope i meet more nice Desi girls along the way.. as they come from East Indian as i come from American Indian too.. closer to Nature and God we may remain.. no matter what one calls God or Nature sAme.. wide awake with God of Nature is wHere i Live noW Native Indian of God iSREAL WiLd Free Fearless LOVE..:)
Fellow Blogger and old friEnd from the days of Lala Rukh’s blog when some of her emotionally charged posts in up and down way generated up to around 200 comments which is something i’Ve never seen on any other poet blog.. which is truly a testament to how special that young woman is.. in all her ups and downs of then.. and sadly what i fear is mostly down now.. but i pray for her happiness often.. anyWay.. yes.. another poem from Cabrogal that at essence.. speaks to the Be of Beauty.. Innocence and Love with unity and having no separation of division iN bLack and white thinkiNg of course..
And the crux of the whole poet story is the title of ‘Unfallen’ as truly even science shows now that Human Nature is inherently full of empathy and compassion when Giving and sharing of the human touch is what drives the human social animal group as being Beauty.. Innocence and Love sAMe..
So i say in return..
Be Perfect Words..:)
And sure that’s a Koan with almost infinite meanings for those who see much deeper of a phrase.. of a word.. of a letter and number same as symbol of essence more..
And i mean by this is Be is the essence and only perfect word oF noW that is no word aT aLL but the state of being one lives iN for now.. the more mindfully aWare wE are in BeinG noW.. the more eternal now iS as the Kingdom oF Heaven iSREaL.. and as far as literal perfect words go.. of course there are none as every word is a metaphor that human beings are free to assign almost infinite meanings to that are deeper.. every word is a practice not unlike the practice of medicine.. some words heal.. and some words harm.. same words do different among the different and same of folks now.. so Be IS A practice of the art of words.. Be is a practice as the art of all are wE.. wE Be bottom line noW.. we be morE noW as aN iSREAL Kingdom of heaven now depending on the practice of beauty and innocence of Love we jusT do NoW as beinG more of these and so much more as nows go oN wHere tHere is no limit to the poTenTial of bliss and yes.. the dARk side of misery too.. Words can mean almost anything.. But the essence iS alWays iSrEAL of what and how and wHere wE bE..:)
sMiles Prajakta.. from the beautiful photos of your Tibetan Mountain trip into the wild and nice of your ancestral past.. i was struck by the awesome coolness of what i saw of your hiking boots.. and iT seems like it would be hard to sprain an ankle in what gives so much support to you.. feet.. feet.. feat of connecting to Mother Earth.. Hands.. Hands.. Hands.. that hoLd each other WitH arms in places that have no central heat to separate us from the warmth of others that even a kind smile bRingS for what seems forevernow.. and porches.. front porches of the Southern Wild of Panhandle Florida.. always my ancestral home now from birth.. and still in poor sections in what they term as across the railroad tracks of then.. neighbors hang on.. on porches young and old with smiles.. and lazy love that fills a yard with liGht.. beyond four walls of castle now in mirror neuron ways of Electronic Entertainment no different really than the pacifier and the rubber nipple that replaces a breast of human love.. and when i hear you say how happy the poor who work hand in hand toGeTher for the subsistence and shelter in life are in your ancestral mountains there.. no surprise even to science now.. showing the most peaceful societies in the world that number twenty all of that in common of small.. and the giving and sharing way of life day by day.. of hands and arms and feet that Love all that is the same.. sure.. sure there are difficulties that only makes the Love that comes that much more iSreal.. when arms and hands and feet of human are connected once again to all that is.. mY FriEnd.. i almost hate to call that God.. as that word has become so dirty and divisive and violent too.. away from Beauty.. Innocence and Love that even science shows that humans are born to be.. never fallen any place but cultures and religions that do divide.. but it’s true too that even science shows that the human social connection is the number one source of human happiness in flesh and blood ways.. and that folks who make over 50K a year who have met their basic subsistence needs met in a First World country are no more happy than the Billionaire Frowns of Trumps the same in grimace for a never ending rat wheel journey of more illusory status and power that never FeeLs uP the place of empathy and compassion and all we feel of Love.. it’s too easy my friEnd.. to work 10 years and more.. 30 and even 40 more to support a mortgage.. to support a boat loan and even a yacht loan and more.. that only sits in a harbor for garden parties that have no leaves.. of Love.. that are iSREaL iN the simple comfort of Being Love now with each other holding hands with arms that hug.. and that my friend in loving contact with the oxytocin receptors on literally feet that allow us to feel the love of Mother Earth iSREaL.. is yes.. why some folks who saw the animated paRt of the movie.. Avatar.. that showed in Avatar terms the death of our nature deficit disorder in terms of first world problems.. was so much to handle in the awakening to the slaves and prisons they live in now.. already a depth of depression vague that knows no home.. that yes.. some folks literally committed suicide.. as the truth of the hell they learned they were.. was too much to handle.. one more now.. there.. as there was no escape seen for them back to a FoRest of Life that is real as FeeLinG LoVinG Touch.. sorry.. this is really long my friEnd.. but tHere IS A simple way out that is possible in Being LoVe aGaiN.. it just requires shedding all these illusory clothes of culture.. that have blinded us to the liGht of what hUman even iS as and ISReaL Beauty of Love.. the problems is there is nothing simple about the illusions now my friEnd.. they are we and we are they.. and the way back is worth iT noW.. when found.. beYond the Castle Walls of death as liFe.. as i’M sure any Tibetan moNK would relate too iF and when they come down from the Mountain or Beach2..:)
And sure.. no different than Jesus.. the human.. then.. or Buddha.. Lao Tzu.. or even Mythical Krishna or anyone else who truly believes and stands for gentile.. jew.. servant.. free.. woman or man no more for what those men or myths originAlly then.. were in BeinG LovE.. iN loVinG oneself.. otHeRs and tHe rest of NatUre sAMe as God aLL thaT iS.. coNsuming no other more than giving more than taking the food and drink of subsistence of liFe… sure.. i’M likely singing only to A choir of ears.. but hey.. at lEAst it’s a global one all for FReED.. and sure.. i have a hook.. of no one ever going long as this online book.. as longest form poem ever Now.. groWs for noW.. as a tool of hand that will last after ashes hand.. or even moth eaten books.. as tHeRe is no duSt online iSReAL..;)
WeLL.. dVerse as mentioned.. shortly.. earlier.. has a moon prompt for Tuesday prompt of yesterday that i arrive now.. too.. to share some moon liGht of my own from wHere that comes next.. reflections of home of Sun and moon liVeS on as words a briGhter Love Be noW.. i.. iN celebration of both a literal and metaphorical New Moon that WiLL arise oN September 1st from the first words that God gave me of Nature wHole on a simple status of what modern culture names as a Face Book then.. with no clue of what would come next and only wonder now.. of more moon and sun-lit fresh of midnight and noon more of 9012016 celebration of first public written words in 42 months whole.. gifted to me from God oF Nature whole and then a celebration of 42 months whole of blog that reached out farther after that 42 months ends for then and now on 9112016.. bottom line Be the liGht shine on iSREAL..:)
Moon flight 101 to Iraq war chest medals beat to the synch of tribal instinct for revenge and acquisition of more territory for subsistence.. Space race with Russia in ’69.. i wasn’t fooled for even a second in ’01.. as i can see the lies straight through the eyes of administration faces and feel of talk back then.. and if that lie could be hidden in the beginning of the Internet age.. i must wonder how far tin cans can fly to moon back then.. i am no conspiracy theorist.. i’ve access to all the Snopes reports now.. that say we went.. then.. but there IS A intuitive feeling for A BS meter that went up in ’01.. that comes back now and then.. and wonders how deep the lies of tribal instinct can go in mutual support and top keeping secret ways in lieu of prison sTiLL to hide the biggest military secrets.. considered what it takes to keep a country strong.. in a country already shamed in lies of past.. but oh.. in another decade.. would anyone even care if it was a lie.. considering what we have fallen to as a Moon of politics that IS a lie.. the iSREAL moon cannot tale a lie.. but iN Moon of human politics.. the Moon truthers may be at least partially correct on this one.. as lies of faux moons and news hold old.. well.. i don’t believe in wasting another penny on space travel.. there are too many folks that don’t worship the gift of a blue orb moon here.. enough.. that lives more than rocks and rocks of old-lit nights.. yeah.. but sure the moon IS A romance i’ll never leave2..;)
Moonlit dresses slip across bay.. Moon follows closely in side view way.. alWays a little aHead before Moon escapes.. hoping to get more in touch with Moonlit Feel..:)
Strangely enough as Moonlit Men WilL glow.. having to wear sHades in night of metro dance.. and more.. then.. seeing ClearLY A Supermoon.. theN.. aCross a Carpenter’s Park.. i swooped in with my wife.. ran across the field where some teens were having fun.. i don’t know if they have ever seen a man at 233LBs with shades on chase the moon at night that fast.. but haha.. they all ran as fast as they could to tHeir car.. locked the doors.. and a girl screamed oh my God we’re gonna die.. ha..! all for the Love of A Dancing moon man.. then.. juSt to Capture the liGht of Father moon.. with an iPhone5 back then as werewolves hoWl.. and teens flee.. but the truth is.. if they couldn’t use tHeiR eYes to see the moon for 66 months too.. perHaps they would worship the beauty of moon like this too.. oh.. perspective of the blind man with finally now.. moon site.. moreS.. iN SiGht..:)
The Sun stays the same rarely changing in partial to total eclipse.. now ah.. the moon.. gifted with eclipse.. partial and full.. and better yet always changing every night.. man of moon i’LL be.. Sun of Same i’LL never be aGain..;)
Thumb NAil Moon Men.. cold orbs oF niGht.. heArt.. spiRit diM iN fiLLing ways.. soUl hELd uP in sky of dArk.. Hope comes more as MoonS cross Nail.. come back to liGhter FuLL..:)
Make-up moon face she colors more.. Plain Jane moon forgets moon face.. FeeLinGs gRow away from Moon.. noW.. FilLed in side wiTh cheese.. never mOld..;)
SMiLes my friEnd Bio-man.. so true.. a moon WiLL shine freely on aLL blog posts.. findS inSpiRatioN oF liGht no matter welcome or delete sAMe.. heHe.. noW as long as my moon shines i’M drunK aS Love..:)
sMiLes.. seCret now oF Moon’s WinK IS A sMiLe(S) so sUrE… oF coMinG bacK..:)
Nurturing liGht.. Mother Moon’s tides oF loVinG niGhts.. coveRed by dArk.. hidden by cLouDS buT onLY source oF liGht roads home Love..:)
Ha.. love a good detective challenge.. there is a Full Moon named Bar in Brighton of the United Kingdom and sure.. the full moon iN general.. is linked with wild and free.. including children feral as moonlight wolves children.. so.. perhaps your Grandfather made this one up from similar free associations.. of cultural reaLiTy in moonliGht wayS.. in the United Kingdom of the Full Moon Bar iN Brighton way..;)
Fur of the Werwolf Moon.. is going bald from waxing men.. men wear cosmetics in South Korea.. Metro-Sexuals in the New England North.. and in Japan no wild thing urge to connect the hair of dog.. for pups to come.. Hmm.. oh wHere or wHere have the werewolf FULL MOON men.. gone to pLay..;)
SMiLes.. iT bRinGs mE great pleaSure And FeeLinG iN A DiversiTy of Moon-liT Women soUls.. particularly oN Dance Hall niGhtS as the flavors oF moon women come out more free to play wild moonliFe2..;)
True.. A moon briGht and full and even dArk and new.. can be iN sinew A greAtest accomplice of Killer and iS for Animals from A to Z.. Flesh giving moon.. in nourishment blood.. teeth sink for life.. death comes under cLouds.. FuLL Moon reminds of temporary oF FuLL..:)
DArk of Moon Feeds Sun oF liGht.. liGht of Sun Feeds Moon of DArk.. Moon Moral oF thE storY DArK AnD LiGht FeedS..:)
Moon.. girl.. who always comes back more.. Sun.. boy.. who chases her away.. Both.. pLay.. never give uP.. so far.. @ lEAst.. partners oF Dance and SonG never end noW..:)
Hmm.. that finishes 15.. work-out for now.. @5:32 pm.. perHaps more to come after thAt. close to New Moon event..:)
Back at 11:31 pm.. about to cross the dark side of the New Moon into 09012016… and more Moon liNks from dVerse to come as long as i can stay wide aWake.. hehe.. as yeah.. the moon is far from full for noW.. haha..;)
Butter Fly Moon FloWers Eclipse Sun Flowers iN sHade plAnt leaves float eggs underRise.. folLow moon sKeYes..:)
Hmm.. haven’t seen moon girl lately in comments here.. i thiNk A dArk side has come for her for awhile more.. i would smile but i think it might be beYond.. that.. hmm.. moon buoys.. alWays SMiLes.. Ocean wHOle.. seriously.. listening to thE dArk siDe of the Moon.. and writing makes A reAlly diM difference.. thOught i’D have something more to say..;)
Day of worries hidden in moonlight dreams.. Dreams of moonlit worries awaKe in eYes of sAMe.. Sane of worries.. illusory all.. never trUe.. liGht oF Moon says back.. forget iT aLL dreAm wide aWAke noW frUit oF Moon BriGht..:)
Brian says in return..
“Thank you for the lovely poem. I tried going to your blog but all the photos crashed my computer..:(
i say in return..
Thanks my FriEnd.. Yes.. i too.. Occasionally Have that issue.. Patiently Waiting for technology to Catch up to all i do.. After the photos.. I write on average.. A novel sized chap book of poetry in two posts a week.. And most every photo is directly associated.. Waiting for The next more powerful.. i Mac.. But as Mark Twain says.. Don’t wait to write down what would other wise be lost forever.. Creativity is a blessing with no guarantees for the life of it.. Thanks again.. My Friend..:)
Now to back to the regularly scheduLed poEtry Program..;)
Moon Child cAlls iN shadows BeyOnd DArk oF SiDe.. so bLack.. HoWls come who who cAlls BacK wHO..:)
Moon IS A D sized Battery with a heArt oF cAlm.. Sun.. triple A.. without.. as near.. Romance..;)
Hmm.. Made it to 12:10 am.. 09012016 now for bed bottom line morE noW..;)
A Head full of Dreams.. safe to say i have one.. and safe to say Synchronicity says there IS A SonG for this i will use twice iN the 699th Macro-Verse.. titLed ‘Cyberian Tiger River Leaves’.. tomorrow on A New Moon.. 1st oF September celebrating only the stars of night oN Dance niGht too.. for the 125th niGht of doing that too.. wiTh aLL the cool college age folks from Old Seville Quarter.. A Head of Dreams i’LL stARt oFF WiTh and a Head of Dreams i’LL go on with at the now of the conclusion oF that Macro-Verse celebrating as i’Ve oft stated in the last few days.. the 42 month since my first words deep within from the Kingdom oF God that lives within me rose to the flower of stream of consciousness writing as Rose of thOughts come to the surface of much greater mindful awareness when the below of subconscious thoughts and conscious thoughts become one and the science and art pArts of miNd and BoDy BaLaNCinG SoUL gRoW that way to as streams and wave oF Ocean WhoLe Poem SpiRit expreSsing EmoTioNs and SeNses and yes.. SensualiTy wHOle too.. iN moVinG.. conNecting and creAtinG ways of ImAgiNatiOn and dreAMs coMe to FruiTioN noW2..:)
Super Heroes of Dance Song and HOPE.. and yes.. more on the Super Hero Archetype as Facebook Macro-Verse memories progress here from 2014 to 2015.. and the best pArts about this post are Spring side Bikini’s and Beach Boardwalk Major Pensacola Bikini contest from two Summers ago.. where G-String Bikini’s eliminate all violent tendencies.. while men naturally become more creative as the dopamine levels rise.. in accordance with the watch of female fertile hips.. and females naturally become more cooperative n response to males who are becoming better looking all the time for the instinct of what it means to survive.. at the most basic levels of what truly innocence.. and beauty and Love are related to when beauty innocence and Love are integral to all sensual relations that hold a smaller tribe of friendly naked human beings together in both metaphor torn from the complexities of modern cultural clothes.. and sure.. literally close to naked in rear ways as far as the greatest art of human comes in the art of this Macro-Verse shared that is every bit as beautiful as what ‘they’ name as 72 Vestigial Virgins.. as over here you don’t have to wait to at least see that in flesh of art and blood and all that skin and jazz that has kept the human race creative.. productive.. and reproductive in growing way..:)
Macro-Verse Facebook provided memory of a year ago.. with ‘Two Wolves Ghost Dance Crazy Horse’.. and to quote the ending lines.. ‘Dedicated to my Sioux And Cherokee Ancestors who live again in eyes and feat of me as DaNCE Free Feet.. Brave as FREE can be.. i am NOT a Ghost… i am ‘Master Chief Aghogday’.. i can prove i exist.. seriously.. LITERaLLy.. Google IT.. if you do not believe.. i for ONE EXIST.. And let’s FACE fACTS.. before 12K years or so ago.. WELL are indigenous peoples in land of sharing And moVing foraGinG wheRe we take no more than we give less and much more than now.. therE is THE GOD OF BALANCE WHO RULES.. THOSE WHO GO AGAINST THE RULES OF BALANCE LOSE IN the RUN.. AS CHOCOLATE RUNS VANILLA AWAY NOW.. where true dominance spells and feels color NOW..:)’
‘Watchman Matchbox Humans’.. From a year ago.. and small one at stARt but one that will grow much larger by the next day in ‘Matchbox Catches Fire’.. anyway.. considering i have both literally and metaphorically witnessed for God now for 42 months stARting March the first of 2013.. yeah.. 03012013.. on Facebook First as KATiE MiA became Kind Autistics Taking in Everything.. Mindful iN Awareness where my first blog post to come on March 10, 2013.. would be the perspective that the Holy Spirit driven creativity of the father metaphor or Goddess or as i say to get the point across in metaphor.. even.. Blue Turtle.. as it is the essence of this creative energy in higher potential of God of Nature as Human Nature that trUly counts.. not the frigging label to be worshipped and hoarded by one culture alone.. like putting the essence of God within.. in chains and prisons of cultural words.. outside of what iSReaL inside aLive.. jUsT waiting to come out and play with the rest of humans and God of nature outside.. above.. so below and all around too.. that truly goes along well with that introduction of the actor Charlie Chaplin.. per Cold Play.. from the movie.. The Great Dictator too that is worth quoting verbatim here.. too..
The Great Dictator’s Speech..
“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..
Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!
In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”
And now i say.. amazing how many times ‘Jesus’ has come back to make this speech.. but the opposite in words of Trumps are still held as truth and light by Anti-Christ Christians still.. for his message and not for his Dictatorship as created by the Roman Empire Constantine Dictators then and now.. and others of that machine man creed of Anti-Christ again.. yes.. then and still now who would/will create walls against human freedoms)
Sadly the Kingdom of God has become a monarchy in most religions.. wHere what is free in our nature becomes chained in words of books from thousands of years ago.. to create is anew and to renew.. not to stay stagnate.. in Dictators who attempt to dictate the will of God in Books that lives within we juSt wanting to come out and play to make a better life for all with fearless Love.. anyway.. problem is when men become the only and last prophets and men become the only and last son of God.. when those are tribal words for war to separate.. and no longer unifying words by true men of God of Free that lives within wE free.. so sure.. there is a test in the old testament from Isiah 53.. for how one will know when the anointed one also known as messiah as messenger of God will come to set folks free.. well.. truth be told as modern literature shows in cross cultural ways around the world.. it is only the human archetype of hero.. expressed there in words as well.. the struggles and the light to come in the much fuller human potential expressed in both women and men to kingdom come always now.. of bettering the lot of human ways.. and sure i fit the mold and so do many more from then and now.. and just to make the point to one of my Fundamentalist friends who is a blogger who thinks as close to half the world does that Jesus is not just a humble teacher who says per Saint John’s reported words that others will come to do much greater works than he.. as any empathic and compassionate humble trUe and liGht Man of Fearless Love WiLL relate.. the political ways of the day in warring ways to expand empires.. for taKing subsistence and greater reproductive rights and controls made Humble Jesus into then a Soldier God.. that is totally ludicrous as even words left in the New Testament of a Son of man defy that to the very core of what it means as last is first and first is last and the humble ones shall inherit the Kingdom of God.. as that simply means back to Nature of God within without the separation of cultural clothes that take us away from the God of Nature within we as human Nature Free.. anyway.. me saying i have witnessed for God for 42 months fulfills no prophecy except a self-fulfilled one by i.. taken as a grain of salt.. or however one may see that now.. but truth be told i’ve written more than the equivalent of 14 bibles.. noW in 6 years as of 12 million words this Thanks giving day as my testament to witness of God equals at least 4 Bibles and 140 Kurans in the last 42 months of… at 3.3 Million words that would take 30,000 pages to print as of estimate by Micro-Soft Word.. i have come with no sword.. i have come with no myths of supernatural miracles but what i have and do come with is the REAL iSREAL MAGIC OF GOD IN HUMAN HIGHER POTENTIAL WITHIN EXPRESSING THAT IN NEUROPLASTIC AND EPIGENETIC POTENTIAL.. God doesn’t need to do magic tricks to prove that God iSREAL within.. it is as FucKinG plain as 3.3 Million words written in a little over three years now.. in a poem in long form free verse style that is longer than ones done before by multitudes of folks over centuries of effort.. laser focus to keep the story going then with multiple human hands with sanskrit markers of way back when.. sure.. i have technology to help me write.. as with a marker and sand i can do a fraction of this in centuries earlier.. however.. we are STRONGER UNIFIED TOGETHER IN ALL THE ARTS AND SCIENCES THAT BRINGS.. and this my Friends is a only a testament truly of what amazing real life miracles are still to come as long as we humans hold hands and unify for Balance and Real God iSREAL MaGiC for MORE TO COME NOW.. anyWay.. truly that stuff of the old testament and new is poetic.. but it was just a breath of a Hurricane wind to come.. as Herme’s wife Hermine breezes on in on the Panhandle today too.. of the state of Florida.. and the state of affairs of wE hOlding hands as messengers of God from day one to day now and so much more to come.. sure you can stay left behind if ya like.. or you can continue a trip in the Kingdom of Heaven of now.. if you pick up a weapon of art and science.. and grow in Fearless Love.. iN kiNd and CouRAGE!..:)
So a quote from a year ago here.. about the Super heroes then and now STiLL..:)
“Oh Lynn! finAlly! you beat me to the starting line.. and i am so appreciative of this prompt.. and while i only can come up with 15 words.. sorta wayYYY short oF Novella.. hehe!.. since i am the only ‘Novella’ person here.. haha!..:) yeah 40K words equals a Novel and i’ve already done 24K in one day.. including comments… but only 14K GoLD in the main body.. AND i am going to go a little ‘deeper’ here.. simply out of appreciation that your prompt guides me tHere and again.. please.. if it is too long.. since it may interrupt the flow of shorter stuff.. do delete.. as you know i lose nothing.. i believe words in a certain way are sacred so this WILL BE SAVED FOR ME…;)
Isaiah 53King James Version (KJV)
53 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?
2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
‘OH.. i am told i am an ugly worm.. before and in no certain terms that i do not deserve to exist.’
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
‘Yeah.. i did that for five years.. pariah from society.. and more or less before too.. here and thEre..’
4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
‘If it’s associated with pain.. grief.. and suffering.. been there done it.. in fAct i have the empathy.. both cognitive and affective.. of around 14.5 billion years.. and i am dead dam ALIVE serious about THAT.. now.. SMILES..;)’
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
‘Yeah.. this modern culture STUFf almost kills me.. literally.. in waves of misery and suffering.. 66 months from waking to sleeping.’
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
‘I did not speak until i am four.. and for 66 months i rarely speak aGain.. and the slaughter IS close at MY hand.. as some pain is worse than death as life..’
8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
‘Yeah.. two times.. and worse than prison…’
9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
‘Yeah.. i mix with both.. and continue to do so.. done deal…’
10 Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
‘My seed is creativity.. and it spreads in Novella form each day.. smiles..:)’
11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
‘I never ask for that.. and do not care to have it.. but sometimes one gets what one asks for without asking.. and that’s how GOD works.’
The bible is a wonderful book of poetry..
and these fables in the bible do reflect reality.. this IS A story for all superheroes.. similar.. that number in untold numbers of servants/soldiers only known to GOD.. unfortunately.. literally thinking folks have assigned this Truth and Light to ONLY ONE PERSON.. AND RESTRICTED IT AS SUCH… instead of remembering the hidden meaning.. that this IS A path that is a common GOD GIVEN human archetype.. to helping other human beings.. OUT OF MISERY AND SUFFERING.. and sadly it takes away from the path.. when one only says onE person has been there done it.. and that is precisely what Jesus IS speaking TO.. too.. when he says the Kingdom of Heaven IS NOW all around us for those with GOD eyes and ears to see and hear it AND many will come after him wHo will do greater Will and Deeds with Faith.. Hope.. and most importantly Belief in Just Doing IT NOW.. sadly many people are waiting for one man to come back from the dead.. when the real man Jesus is just hoping then.. before he gives his Life for SPREAD OF Truth and Light TO HELP ALL OTHERS.. that othErs will FULFILL HIS PROPHECY IN SELF FULFILLING WAY BY FINDING THIS INNER LIGHT OF GOD’S TRUTH INSIDE AND SHINING IT BRIGHTER THAN ANY ONE BEFORE.. and yes.. my dear friend Lynn.. that takes effort.. FOCUS.. AND THE job of JOB.. and sometimes a novELla or two.. or MORE TOO.. THIS REAL GOD STUFF IS ‘READ HOT’ BUSINESS.. THERE ARE NO LUKE WARM FOLKS FROM WHERE I ‘COME FROM’ DEAR.. SmILES.. and i say this with Love as there is something in your eyes that tales me you will hear AND SEE more than most..:)
AND i will tale you this for sure.. from experience in walking every now in HIS SHOES.. if ‘the REAL JESUS’ COMES BACK NOW.. he will have his messages deleted.. BANNED.. AND PROBABLY THE ONLY place he will find to speak AND ILLUSTRATE HIS MEANINGS is on a solitary isolated blog but HA! after one has been crucified in flesh and blood life more than once ha!X2 that is a piece OF HOLY CAKE.. smiLes.. HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE FOR HiM AND OTHeRS LIKE HIm ..WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR HIM AND OTHERS.. WILL YOU FACE MISERY.. SUFFERING.. ISOLATION FOR hIM AND OTHERS.. i feel you just miGHt do it.. but not mAny people can carry THAT CROSS aGAIN MY FRIEND SISTER LYNN..
NO.. IT IS NOT EASY HANGING ON THE SAME PAGE WITH ‘JESUS’.. BUT THE REWARD IS MOST DEFINITELY ETERNaLLY AS THAT IS ALL WE TAKE WITH US…. FOREVERMORE NOW MY FRIEND(S)..:)”
And i say.. sure enough two weeks from this date.. the dVerse team would delete me from that website.. for only doing more and for only history repeating itself once more.. where others could not understand that the Kingdom of Heaven is now.. even on a deserted Isle out of the cave from before.. of Plato and so many more who simply escaped the chains and prisons of modern cultural clothes.. it’s just nature friends.. and nature is both science and art.. and this play of actors we will repeat of course.. as human nature stays.. and our potential grows or not.. i go.. i grow.. i juST do it MoRe.. like Jesus said.. whomever reported that TrUth and liGht.. that is Nature too.. the Nature of God within..:)
AS i self-fulfill another prophecy for myself.. i owe my life to the God within of my ancestors from the origin and continuing now of allthatis God Now of course wRite on course.. my paternal grandmother here.. Louise.. who did automatic writing in bed.. reaching deep down to the God within.. sure her prophecies came true.. as we connect to the deeper of our human potential that have no distance time or space.. that is as much science as the art of human being.. in Kingdom of God within always exploring more.. in ImAgiNaTiOn and MoVinG.. coNnecting and creaTing ways noW.. HOldinG Hands toGeTher and never forgetting the gifts and sacrifices our ancestors have made to create the we that is.. and in the photo stream of my now coming Cyberian Tiger River Leaves post heRe.. tHere is a River Railroad Trestle and a dirt white patch.. of the place of land of my Grandmother’s 100 year old shot gun home that i was raised in then to first see God face to face in God speak to me before i gained language to speak at age three across the River then.. as God came to me early as i had been here forever and all was iSREaL.. sTiLL.. and i aM tHeRe aGain iN this Kingdom of God within that never ends noW.. eternAlly now a drop of water.. a stream.. a River to a Ocean God whole Field oF dreAM.. allthatis.. within.. inside.. outside.. above.. so below and all around.. as far as words will say and so much more than that words will never say.. the lesSon of A non-verbal child of God ’till age 4.. who understands that no words at all are required to see GoD to FeeL God within FACE TO FACE AS EVERMORENOW.. THE LIGHT OF EYES THAT NEVER DO END NOW..:)
Facebook and Blogger Friend Rafiah says in return to a response on one of her previous blog posts..
Angel Rafael is supposed to blow trumpet on Judgement Day. So what do it tell about me I wonder..;)
And i say in thoughtful and coming deeper response..
Outside.. Sand and Sun DanCinG Will come back iN wiTh 9 Fingers More Than One Finger On SmArt Phone And After LooKing Deep within WiLL let you KNow FeeL WHat WHere And wHo..;)W..:)
Okay.. i’m back and i have to admit that your newest post has made me lose some focus ’cause sure.. even Saints have earthly pleasures when the feet are adorned as God’s Treasures.. but truly in my eYes that makes yoUr Feet more sacred and holy as you shine your God Given liGht of woman’s beauty that IS A greaTest even scientific named force for the creativity of male and the social cooperation of female to make society and a mix of lust and love work for Heaven now.. and even in the Bible the Jesus then was reported to say that heaven would be on earth in his generation and in that heaven then every one would be as friends and there would be no marriage there.. as marriage is for ownership and friends and love are for free.. as the village as alWays raised the child as the prize with nothing to own but fearless Love my Friend.. now back to Archangels before i go visit some of the most exotic feet i’ve ever seen as what is adorned with beauty is painted with a balance of love and lust for more human progress.. only second perhaps to dark brown eyes that are as deep as the ocean blue my friend.. as love as love iSREAL.. Okay.. the Angel Rafael in my study of the Quran is not noted there as to blow a trumpet on Judgement day so my trusty wiki source says..
Israfil (Arabic: إسرافيل, translit. Isrāfīl, lit. ‘The Burning One’, alternate spellings: Israfel, Esrafil), is the angel of the trumpet in Islam though unnamed in the Qur’an and is the alternative name of the archangel Uriel for the Jewish people. Along with Mikhail, Jibrail and Azrael, he is one of the four Islamic archangels. Israfil will blow the trumpet from a holy rock in Jerusalem to announce the Day of Resurrection. The trumpet is constantly poised at his lips, ready to be blown when God so orders. In Judeo-Christian biblical literature, Raphael is the counterpart of Isrāfīl. Isrāfīl is usually shown as having a huge, hairy body; that is covered with mouths and tongues, and reaches from the seventh heaven to the throne of God. One wing protects his body, another shields him from God, while the other two extend east and west. He is overcome by sorrow and tears three times every day and every night at the sight of Hell.
Considering how hairy my body is and sure.. rather large compared to Rafiah.. and how i use my left arm wing as a sign of feral protection as my own body guard per se.. at least online hehe.. and sure my mouth and tongue reaches far and wide.. both long and fast my friend.. hmm.. this archangel sounds a little more like me than you.. so that must mean you are my assistant to help me hold the horn with my left hand and give it a hard blow at least in metaphor my friend..
Okay.. and interestingly enough in fundamentalist lands of Southern Baptist religions they often talk prejudice talk about black folks still on farms i visit.. and in the next sentence look forward to Gabriel’s trumpet sounding for judgement day too.. when historically speaking that’s not in the bible.. and in fact.. it originates in Negro spiritual folk tradition.. closer to the slave days that fundamentalist Christians supported by taking the old testament literally then.. same they do with Homosexuals today.. but sure.. wearing different fiber clothes is allowed and not allowed in the old Torah 613 commandments then for Jewish Law.. from old good old book of before.. anyway.. i Love all religions as they address the Inner Universe of human being that can only be described adequately with art.. like poetry.. dance.. song.. and paintings too.. all art in fAct.. as to take away the art of God’s heart.. is to only be left with he of patriarchal rules that make others slaves of men.. my friend.. Repression of God Given Human Nature.. Oppression of God Given Emotions.. Senses.. and yes.. of course.. sensuality too.. to control reproductive freedoms that benefit the he of culture most without the art of female free.. my friend.. the divine feminine of love that can thrive in all human beings as Fearless love.. unless that is trapped in a ball of chains and prisons of now.. what else.. yes.. human archetypes are real.. and the Jungian human archetypes have now gained credence even in modern science.. in the Christian Religion Archangel Michael is the protector.. Gabriel is the messenger.. per poets.. and other artist like that who give more of what living is all about.. in balance with God of course.. Uriel is pity of human.. and Rafael is healer my friend.. and sure you are what they would call as pure as virgin.. in soul no matter what male might defile you with even rape.. my friend.. as you seek understanding and loving.. and that is the touch that heals my Angel and Assistant friend.. Rafiah.. and sure i was 99 percent sure of that with your words until i saw the love bright in your eyes.. and that sealed the deal for me friend.. plus you haven’t left my side as friend online for two years.. and truly in this grand feat.. you are the only one for me.. as far as really consistently reaching out and touching my heARt.. my spiRit.. and my SoUL.. and yeah.. those feet are touching me in ways now.. that i didn’t expect i must admit.. but i have nothing to hide as you might guess by now.. pretty delicate feet you have.. adorned with the beauty you now feel inside.. and that my friend will have you shining into oldest of age eYes.. that say.. i Am Woman.. hEar me roar i AM Free a child of GOD..;)
And now i move on to her next blog post.. that asks the question and i quote her..
First i will tale.. you likely have already heard at least once.. a longer second toe like that means.. it seems now..
‘You are a leader and are dynamic and resourceful’.. hehe.. and to ask a question like ‘this’ is direct evidence of that.. smiles.. in every painted woman’s eYes and every adorned woman’s foot with Mehndi is the allure of the reproductive touch my friend.. that leads as science even shows to more creativity and social cooperation among both genders.. and it doesn’t matter what is clothed whatever is provided as beauty and art has the same effect and amazingly even more.. smiles my friend.. what becomes taboo… and hidden but slightly shown and adorned is the sexiest pArts of woman oF all.. well before i met any of you women from countries over ‘here’ online.. the Arabian veiled dancer.. in mystery and taboo.. was the sexiest thing ever.. there is no way for a ‘normal’ woman not to seduce men.. my friend.. even when they are friends.. but it is love that prevents anything to go on that is not consensual.. and that my friend is the balance of life.. it is okay to feel.. it is not okay to harm.. and you know what the happiest parts of my life were that i wished more than ever could come back when i lost all my emotions at age 47.. i screamed to the ceiling in a voice of a demon.. so lost so lost in a pit of dark that would never have light for another 5 years or so.. until at least one tear came back.. all i wanted to do.. was be back in my Mother’s home.. and watch Alfred Hitchcock late at night with my sister and her.. and feel the warm comfort of unconditional and fearless love.. and my mother let me have coffee.. it helped me focus then with ADHD that was no diagnosis then.. and sure.. if you ever visited me that is the thing i would love to do the most with you.. just watch a TV show and know that you are there with me.. as friend.. sex is okay my friend but Love is forever.. now @lEast.. and you know/feel.. the most thing i would love to have is a ‘normal’ family of children.. but that was not in the play of cards for me this go around.. no.. there is nothing greater than a loving family my friend.. and that is where i for one believe you will shine most one day as wife.. as friend.. and mother too.. and when women want to do that now.. i can’t see any higher calling than Mother.. but it is a role that should never ever be forced on any woman.. labor of love only..:)
PS.. You seem happy for now.. and that is all i pray for you my friend.. Happy Angel/Saint Rafiah.. with her very pretty and Mehndi ADORned feat of Feet..:)
Facebook Friend Ned AKA gigoid.. who is currently taking respite from Blogging.. says and i quote his quote aGain..
“… But when he [the people’s champion] has disposed of foreign enemies by conquest or treaty, and there is nothing to fear from them, then he is always stirring up some war or other, in order that the people may require a leader.” — Plato (428-348? B.C.), “The Republic”
AdditionAlly Ned says..
‘Gee…. sound familiar?’
And i go on to say in meaSuRed poetic free verse response..
And a hell and or a heaven from anywhere else but earth comes from the same place as this.. illusory plus fears = Hate.. best bed buddies in iSreal hell..;)
However.. humans are not evolved to live in anything but small villages.. the hook for heaven is to stay small.. moving.. connecting.. and creating toGetHer.. sharing and giving as most.. every Facebook page hopes to be a vicarious place somewhere deep down like that in avatar lands approximating human life at core of what’s even lost of all of that..:)
And now i say.. on to Thursday Holy and Sacred R and R activities as i am already mused enough for the day to continue on with a dance of liFe.. including.. more fun dance photos coming to this Macro-Verse post.. after the 125th dance week is celebrated with all the cool college age folks at Good Old Seville Quarter.. while the wife of Hermes in Wind Form Hermine blows ashore.. close to where my Father’s side of the Family lives in Tallahassee Florida.. and yes.. a year ago to date.. Hurricane Fred.. namesake of both i and my father was spinning off in the Atlantic too.. anyWay messages blow on as notes As Mercury in fleet footed Golden mesSage way wiLL as weLL by foot and or electronic lines of E-air mail2.. hehE.. in somewhat global reach now.. hAha..;)
Well.. it seems at this point.. E-scaping a life of stress in school.. and work.. Enduring 66 months of literal hell on earth.. writing now yes.. 12 million words now online during 33 months of what i endured in hell too.. approaching that many words on Thanks Giving day now too.. for 6 years.. and 33 months before that when i could not do a God dam thing but think stuck in a head where too much dentist drill like pain was in right eye and ear to do another dam thing but sit on my patio and look out into space.. all day all day aghogday.. another ground hog day.. anyway.. this new testament that i do always now for God.. of Nature all that is now.. and this Ocean Whole Poem of at least 3.3 million words that continues to grow.. and close to 5900 miles of dancing every where i go in the general public.. soon to meet A 6000 milestone this month in 3 years of doing that.. aS WeLL.. is truly proof that i am great at Staying Alive and after Facing the prospect of death every second for 66 months.. where every second of life was worse than the prospect of life.. i must say than i am a tidal wave.. a tsunami.. and a Hurricane Fred of current Hermes Hermine way that will not give up no matter what anyone else says or does.. and i must say after reviewing my health records and Nude art of last year compared to this year.. being banned from places i was never wanted ’cause of what i said or what i did or what i do and say that is way too much for most folks to understand.. to accept.. or even F iN tolerate to this point.. this Desert Isle of mind and body balance.. that i hold at home and online too of Freedom’s SonG and DancE.. is truly a Garden of Eden and Heaven now that is simply the freedom to be all of who i am no matter what the FucK anyone else thinks or feels about that.. and it has been to my person.. great benefit in increasing the human potential of my art from writing to head to toe in dance in all the ways that comes too.. as SonG too.. thAT i have been dismissed from communities online ranging from Poetry Clubs to Online Autism Communities the same.. ’cause what remains now and then and forevermore now.. as long as online lasts.. is this Nautilus Shell of more and more that i continue to create as stately mansions for art as any Oliver Wendell Holmes.. Whitman and other inspired artists will do for free.. free is fearless love.. unleashed and released.. staying alive is what i did and do now iN F iN Epic Free way.. sure i’M tripping baby.. but i master this trip now.. with or without the approval of anyone else now.. except for God who has my back.. my front.. my insides.. outsides.. above so below and all around.. no fear baby.. no fear and love of freedom RinGS.. STAYIN’ ALIVE NOW.. alWays LiVinG A DancE and SonG FReED.. September 1st 2016 a day to alWays remember like every other day of Now FReED..:)