by Fred Nicholson | Sep 24, 2018 | Fredisms
Mayonnaise & Children have some thing in common. They both evolve from eggs. Some folks will say mayonnaise Is not a they. I say ‘If that makes you feel good, stick with it’. f 161
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 24, 2018 | Fredisms
3 Takes When I find out who took my man, we gonna have a cat fight, scratching, biting, meowing, When I find out who stole my girl, one of us is gonna die, begging forgiveness. The other one . . . well let’s take it one step, in front of the other. f 160...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 24, 2018 | Fredisms
a Bit of History Mr. Trump has widened a wound, never fully closed, still festering, since Europeans landed on these shores and brought weapons, religion, a vision of riches, measles, smallpox, cholera, savagery to kill ‘savages’, and wiped out 90% of the indigenous...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 23, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
Buddha Babies II Buddha babies are everywhere. Be the leaf drifted down landing beneath the surface. Be the feeling carried on each breath wide awake. Be the heart truth no matter how pain full fully exposed. Be the Buddha Baby everywhere Buddha...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 20, 2018 | Fredisms
What are your true colors? Open and See canvas sails touch the sky ever so slowing moving by. a blue field Spring meadow pink lily dripping dew. before words. f...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 19, 2018 | Fredisms
3 Littluns *** Wishing and Hoping ain’t Doing and Being. Which appeals to you more? *** Resistance and Surrender are essential building blocks. What makes a diamond precious? What lets a beating heart swoon? *** I grew up believing parents lied and their kids...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 16, 2018 | Love is the Answer, Stories
Wake-Up! See the other side, is as temporary as yours. The Pyramids are vanishing, through the many years. Many more years, before a dust to dust, full-circle. Are some tiny particles saying ‘I want to be a pyramid again’. A seed sprouts, stalks, flowers,...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 15, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is..., Uncategorized
the Pain of Leaving When I experience me and you and us and them being one and the same, how much leaving can there be? f 36
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 9, 2018 | Fredisms
Good Friends We left Vietnam, with our friends hanging from choppers. We’re leaving Syria, with our friends hanging from trees. Smokey the Bear says, ‘Always leave your friends, with a loving heart’, or something like that. ‘Trees are our...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 6, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
the Whizzing Wind. Make it up. Go with it, riding the mare bareback. She lathers! We’re moving fast, against the whizzing wind. f 157
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 4, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
the Mirror People in power want to keep it. Doesn’t matter the position or system. Some are community-minded. Others are Me-mine-I minded. Each may become the other. Look around and see Me-mine-I in the mirror. f...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 2, 2018 | Fredisms
A verbal written voice speaks up. loud and clear. “I can’t physically prevent you from putting ME in the world. A more effective protest is through Mind’s Eye. You look down and see what I AM thinking. out loud. f...
