by Fred Nicholson | Oct 13, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
make believe love(from across the street) she struts nakedpast the shade pulled low all above her belly buttonis hidden from view each night I see herwe make believe love. f
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 17, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
You want it?You got it You got it?Share it You need it?Receive it Love
by Fred Nicholson | Aug 13, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
mind is a crock of storiesgalore. Shocking. Loving. bales of covered hay for her outdoor dog house. a bed, covered on the deck,two in the house plus mine when she could jump up,twirl, flop, and snore up a storm. f203
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 25, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
the Bloody Truthfrom the Fertile Jungle looks back at youfrom the bathroom mirror. an Observation. f 197
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 23, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
We are one organ Not just you and meand baby makes 3. There are wilder beastsbees fleas donkey knees blood cells & Buddhist bellsall creation and imagination see it and believe itbelieve it and be it. There are infinite pipes.We are one organ. f...
by Fred Nicholson | Jun 9, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
Care Giver Give & Receive.Complete the Circle.*Change. live lifefluid flux flow*Fear “I love you sweetie.You’re going to die.” f 195
by Fred Nicholson | May 26, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
Memorial Day all ’round. Mourning the lossHailing the victor losers and winners,since caves and trees,a lesson still unlearned. One becomes another,’til there is no other. f 194
by Fred Nicholson | May 26, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
Quickies (jus’ now finishing up at 12:36 pm). Open with a question.What’s on the menu? Flail the loser.Hail the winner. Close with an answer.The human dilemma.*Want more of what you got?Get it. Want more of who you are?Love,*Death a voiceloud and...
by Fred Nicholson | Mar 9, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
Stay True to your self That’s what we saysmiling stern don’t really matterhow. It is your self I Am talking about. THINK Is there your self?Who says? OK, enough thinking STOP. Your self Gone....
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 6, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
Am I here? Dance yourself off the edge.Who, me?Yes. You! Get what you want.I want nothing!No thing is one step away. You mean jump?I mean let go words and spaces.How I’m gonna do that? Be Hear Now.I am here.Let go words and spaces....
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 2, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
When we cut spendingin halfon bullets bombs and BS* we will have enoughto fix the people’s teethfree. f183Bonus Points: Drafted while hearing Futaba Inoue& Jean-Pierre Rampal, Rampal Greatest Hits, Vol. 1Classical, 1975Ave Maria, Charles Gounod*male cattle...
by Fred Nicholson | Feb 1, 2019 | Fredisms, Love is...
Don’t Go! Go where?Away from here,now? I AM all ways HereNow. Hear Now! f182
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 22, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
‘Don’t leave home without it’. Donations dry up. Political parties fail. We step forward with our hearts. A wish. f 173
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 5, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
Has it always been me mine I ? My pimple dog man wife cat kids body cancer country. Who cut up the pie and gave each piece a name? It’s time for a sit down, to negotiate a few major changes. f
by Fred Nicholson | Nov 1, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
Just for now I am enough. Cells that come and go ripples in the ocean grains on the beach air passing through a snowflake here and gone the least and the most cells ripples grains air a snowflake here and gone. I am enough just for now. f...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 4, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
It’s all food, somehow, no matter what we call it. Pain Joy Life Death, it’s all food in service, since before the first breath. Let’s get past our little bellies, my thoughts of me mine I, and breathe in Be Hear Now. f...
by Fred Nicholson | Oct 3, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
We were conversing about a Smart device controlling our lives. I added my 2-cents, then heard from inside-out, “It may be time to develop ‘inner smarts’, so the ‘outer smarts’ are limited, by the loving Heart of Grace.” f...
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 15, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
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 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 | Aug 23, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
Let us love in the open here and now entwined musky dew drops on the cotton sheet. f 153
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 27, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
I love you. How can you love what you don’t know? You don’t have to know, to love. f 141
by Fred Nicholson | Jul 25, 2018 | Fredisms, Love is...
Kaia is winging away, as we all are, day by day. Note: My grief wets this keyboard, only for her. My blurred vision, pained heart, and memories of happy us, have me stifling a tear-filled scream. Sleeping on a comfy bed, under the dining-room table, is my darling,...
