Last night Radar had the zoomies. I love my corgi’s and Radar is a male which was a rescue dog from Anchorage Alaska. What a handfull. A one dog wrecking crew. He already has chewed up my truck, Magreta’s car, my excavator, the house but it all is good as he really is a good dog.

Corgi’s are cool for sure and they all have a special action they are famous for. I call it ‘zoomies’ other corgi owners have their own names for it, but what it really is is a spontaneous release of energy.

When Radar gets the zoomies he runs up the stairs, in a circle, down the stairs, all over the downstairs and repeats the whole process many times, all at high speed. It is hilarious.

This morning he looks like a resting potato and the only energy seen is when he begs for a piece of my breakfast.

Beautiful day outside and much to do. It is a good day to live.

Youtube comes through again:

Leonad Cohen has some pretty good musical poetry and this one he sang is one of my favorites.

It is also inspirational for writing.

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Darkness

My friend since eternity began

To fly the void with wings tailored for what did not exist

Black to blacker and back again…

Seconds of a glimpse, to scorch the tips in sunlight causing shadow

Casting about drawn lots

Naked in bliss to embrace the darkness

Again and again until eternity again

begins…

“My you’re in a good mood today Robin,” (munch munch munch, crunch…)

Yes parasite, I am in a good mood. The sun is shining, the sky blue, clear, and cold. It is a good day.

“Whatever, I’m sure you’ll fuck it up. So, how was that new Star Wars move, Rogue One?”

Not bad. Actually pretty entertaining. The special effects were great and the plot a bit higher on the level than  moronic.

What was really interesting about Rogue One is that all the ‘good guys’ get killed in the movie. That’s a first for me to see in a movie. Not one of the main characters playing hero survived.

“Was there any popcorn?”

What do you think moron, of course there was popcorn. The theater had a deal where if you bought a Star Wars plastic bucket you could get a refill free. Turns out with the cold weather very few people turned out for the movie so they had a looooot of popcorn. Told us we could have as much as we wanted…So, three buckets with butter and one currently sitting full in the kitchen…But you already know that as you’re munching like a pig on it.

“You bet your fat ass I am and don’t be surprised if I eat it all.”

Enjoy.

Anyway, the movie was fun and the few people sitting behind me were fun to study.It was nice and the stars last night above the clear cold layer of air…absolutely beautiful.

“(burp) I hate those unpopped kernels of corn…”

You have a good day parasite, I really should work but what the heck, I have a new adventure to study, but first the topic of the tar pits has attracted my mind.

“Whatever Robin, too bad you didn’t die in the night but I can always hope.”

Yes you can parasite, you keep clinging to hope and you’ll go far in this world.

via Daily Prompt: Tempted

Awake this new day,  announce to reason a question: Live or live?

Slumbered secure with what was, this moment of yesterday and night.

Pulling back the sheets still in decision, or no…the choice already made.

So long the routine of rising, shitting, pissing, brushing the teeth, showering off lost debris.

What if holding hands high and reaching for the morning dove, the faded stars; heavens of possibility?

It’s there, within reach yet so few are tempted, secure with what was, this  moment of yesterday and night.

This is why it is important to write – to not write would dam up the words until they turn into concrete and sink the soul.

It is fun to write, and with the modern keyboard and such silliness as ‘spell check’ wowee, fun.

There is so much bottled up inside…Pictures, stories, poems. I think I could write twenty-four hours a day forever and never even start to release what’s inside.

Today the weather was a bit cool and my lazy ass was going to work outside but that is what ‘tomorrow’ is for.

One of the things most enjoyable to write is poetry. In the last piece of writing there was made mention of just what is happiness so the same question could also apply, what is poetry?

For me it is the pure language of the soul. Simple. It is words put to what is inside and since what is inside is endless, what better way to spend the time than to compose something. I wonder what will spill out? Guess I’ll find out.

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The Change

Looking into a mirror and seeing nothing but reflection

Looking glass smooth, thin; hiding what lay behind the frame

Held by wire this world of weight by a small single nail.

Hammered with force, driven deep, to hang shimmering for as long as the wall shall speak

Dust to cover, sun to glare, moon to glow, curtains to cover

what is there to see.

Once a boy

Once a man

Now replaced.

A shadow slinking between

Crack visible now, a chip in the scene

Mirror showing nothing more than past dreams.

What makes you happy?

Interesting topic this emotion – happiness.

Throughout human history happiness has been a strange emotion, though no stranger than any of the emotions. Love. Boredom. Excitement. Any and all really are strange as to why, how, and when.

Amazing how varied the answers and results are on something so basic and simple as happiness.

For example: Ask a good card carrying Nazi back in the 40’s what made them happy and for some the answer would be, “To kill a jew. Burn a jew. Hate a jew…” Amazing. Evil actions can make a human happy. It could be said that those same evil people could say, “I love killing jews, it makes me happy and excited. If there were no jews to kill it would be boring…”

So, again, what makes you happy?

There really is no set answer only patterns setting each individual answer. For some, gardening. For others, collecting something be it stamps or cars.

The good question to ask is: What is happiness?

Again, many answers as there are many people with different definitions. I suppose it could be argued that happiness is a ‘good’ feeling to have as opposed to ‘bad’. I don’t imagine one would say getting a wood splinter underneath a fingernail brings happiness but then again many people enjoy and are happy getting their bodies pierced or enjoy pain to the body via sexual stimulus or social pressures.

An interesting study I’ve noticed about humans is that they have answers for all questions and questions for all answers. What’s even more interesting is how a human will embrace totally an answer they deem worthy of accepting.

I had a talk with a man about his journey with religion. Actually I have had this talk with many women and men and children, amazing the answers. Anyway I asked this man his beliefs. He told me, “I was raised as a Lutheran but when I grew into an adult I became agnostic.”

This is a pattern often seen in your world, raised one way to end up another. Personal choice is amazing. If the parents political affiliation is democrat it is common to see the children grow and become republican. Rebellion? Yes, of course, a bit but the human species is hard wired to ‘think’ they are unique and individual when really they are nothing more than herd animals with intellect.

Getting back to the man being Lutheran I asked him why he became a believer in God as a messianic Jew. His answer was, “I studied and it felt right…” (brought him happiness)

This man is married to a woman who was a staunch follower of the Seventh Day Adventist and is now a staunch messianic Jew, just like her husband. Interesting to note they both sleep in separate rooms and fight between each other constantly (not happy yet happy with their religious belief and their understanding of human marriage)

Absolutely fascinating to watch just those two minds. Complex minds and yet so simple. They say they are Jews that believe in Christ, which really is just another way of saying they are Christian.

Delving further this couple hates the Catholic church and teachings of the same. So now another question: What is Christianity?

Simple answer really, much simpler than what makes you happy or what is happiness. Christianity is to believe in Jesus and his teachings.

It was interesting to ask this happily married yet unhappy couple what Bible they read and believed in. The answer: The Greek Bible.

What is Greek or Latin? Dead languages or living words? Ah yes. You humans and your love of languages and words. Lost in translation, so easy to do, so easy to accept which is why actions speak much louder than words.

For a Christian the mind can easily see Christ and his actions no matter what Bible is read and trust me there are many Bibles with various nuances of translation from what was written long ago and is still being translated today. Yet, so strong the will is to decide which is correct and which is incorrect.

Oh, this monster can write for a long time on such topics. Why? Because I was there. To walk among the apostles. To be inside Judas. To feel the touch of betrayal of a kiss.To know. To see. To feel. To be…

It causes me pain, sadness, and there is nothing to be done when something so simple as being a Christian is made to be so complex. Jesus did not care what you were only that you did the simple things…Love your enemy, your neighbor, yourself. So simple and yet Seventh Day Adventists hate Catholics, Catholics hate Protestants…Christians hating Christians (Insert any word/group hating same word/group – the meaning and results are the same)

Today is a good day to write about topics most already have firm convictions on. It does not matter if the reader is atheist as atheists hate other atheists, druids hate other druids, hate is an absolute and perfect emotion and for many a much stronger emotion than love could ever be.

Have you noticed every social, genetic; whatever name you give the human herd and subsets – have you noticed how they all strive to show their own personal uniqueness. How they ‘write’ the history as they see it, live the ‘life’ as they see it, how ignorant they all are?

Native Americans, a perfect example of ignorance. In this modern moment of what is, you will see how the groups say, “Our mother earth, the great Spirit and our people are one.” They spout of peace, the environment, and then the topic turns to the atrocities committed by an invading group commonly seen as ‘the white man’ (or devil).

Oh yes, so simple to say, even try and act when history is always correct. The Black Foot people enslaving the Kalispel, the Crow going to war against the Salish. Slavery, killing, oh it made many native folks happy to do what they did and would do again if given the chance.

All groups of humans. All. All religions, sports, politics, each and everyone try to be and be they do and are.

Thank God i am a monster. Even the word ‘monster’ is misunderstood by people. If you Google search ‘the mind of a monster’ you will see it pertains mostly to a human psychopath. An unsettled individual. One who is a negative asset to the herd call humanity.

Ha! I and i know full well that i and I would make a very poor psychopath as to be such one would have to be mentally ill or physically defective.

Monsters throughout history have been known as mythological creatures of horror. Dragons. Trolls. Whatever you have read or learned through your tribal lore as something that causes unhappiness or horror was deemed to be a monster.

In modern times such monsters known as Frankenstein or Donald Trump are just merely an extension of human imagination. Something to blame for a nightmare. Something to run away from.

What i and I am is very unique to your world and something no human will ever understand as they cannot. How can a child understand what they cannot understand? Yes, through imagination and visions of what only innocence can view. They lose this ability though once they embrace the knowledge they come to know…

So, what makes you happy? Reading? Sex? Chocolate? Food? Health? Religion? Whatever make you happy is for you to know and maybe you know, maybe you do not. Maybe what makes you happy is good for others and enriches  their lives, maybe it does not.

For me, what makes me happy is to know I and i am a monster, that there is much to do and that God truly loves me and has an excellent way to express humor. Oh, and for something for a human mind to understand, I become happy at the simplest of things – a flower, a leaf falling, a spider web…and what really makes me happy are acts of kindness I see others do to others without the intent of acknowledgement or reward.

This evening was pure magic. Driving home from a hot soak the wind has not blown among the pine for many days thus allowing a thick, powdery layer of snow to cover the large tree’s.

Driving the wind blew hard alongside and just in front…pure joy for me and inspirational.

“Hey Robin?”

Yes parasite.

“Fuck you. Fuck the wind. Fuck the tree’s”

No, but thanks for being a part of my life, you don’t realize how important it  is to have you around. Here, have a piece of pizza.

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Standing steadfast, clustered among so many, clumped, still, the same.

For many seasons the seasons change, needles grown/shed,  bark burnt and created.

Clothing of the tree’s to fit the moods of each and every season.

Dropping temperatures to bring dropping snowflakes

One, upon the other they came, layering and bearing

Heavy branches bent though solid, wearing the snow as a badge of honor.

Still and silent, quiet and serene, the snow grew deeper, the trees seemed asleep

and then

it came…

Wind unencumbered, free flowing and strong; singing; laughing loud with bellow

“Come dance with me!”

It shook the old pines awake.

The wind blew hard with ease

The tree’s bent and wavered, cascading white now a wedding dress

Marriage of wind and tree.

Oh how they danced in celebration, blowing white filling everything

Swirling, twirling, twisting…

What a blessing and wonderful to see.

via Daily Prompt: Interior

Black walls to include the prison of alabaster shell

Solid, complete, to seal with cracked ambitions, sold dreams

and paste.

Atop a wall of your world, your making; an egg of humpty dumpty

where kings and queens lead pawns astray

placing monsters in their place.

Inside my world, one blackened tomb void of stray hopes or play

and falling even, ever so, ever been, ever will be…

alone with my flame.

In the night comes the free travel, one where worlds meet and much is traveled.

The last journey was one where the people rejected and yet protection was still imparted.

Ignorance is a part of all worlds.

In last nights journey the world was in the midst of decision. Ignoring what was a way of security and peace. Unable to accept, it happened and still there were those monsters like me which knew and tried… So much green, so much green to cover. Good with understanding, deadly without guidance, and is.

“Hey Robin, after reading your last piece of drivel I got horny and had lustful thoughts towards some of those black cows I saw on a cattle drive today…”

And this interests me, how?

“Geez, I thought you’d be interested. I know how freaky you are. So, really, do you think a black cow and myself could enjoy some carnal bliss?”

Parasite, I’m positive you could enjoy carnal bliss with a pumpkin pie and a cheese pizza.

“Yah, you’d be correct in that assessment. Speaking of which, is there any cheese pizza left?”

Yep, in the freezer, and don’t be doing anything necropheliac  you sick bastard you.

“Oh trust me, that angus cow has my full attention…oh wait, is that a chocolate eclair, oh me so horny…”

(Robin slowly banged his head on the desk as the parasite is a frustrating creature to be around.)

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Love:  So much has been written about that word. Words describing it in so many ways that only the spelling of the word is what was held common. Love to show the vivid actions of sexual perversion all the way to the opposite spectrum of trying to describe the love of God.

I was lucky to have fallen in love with two M’s. (sorta like a bag of M&M’s) “M&M’s? Did someone mention more chocolate candy? Oh, me so horny…”

Shut up parasite and here (taking some jelly beans out of an old work jacket of which whose age was between very old and ancient) go enjoy whatever it is you do to jelly beans. And finally for this story, the parasite was last seen combing its barb wire hair and crooning some kind of love song to a red jelly bean…poor bean.

Anyway, love that was allowed for me to feel has been strange indeed. Oh my, so strange indeed. Both loves have had their high points and low, both causing great pain and great joy. For a monster, such pain and joy are so rare they could be deemed, ‘non-existent’.

I suppose there was a reason to discover the feeling of love as to truly understand an emotion one has to truly experience it. While it’s true many people fall into and out of love much like a stripper drops her clothing for men with currency, I feel they truly do not know love, only the chemical reactions and mental pathways of genetic imprinting – much like a dog that has never seen tall grass circles their doggy bed as if flattening the grass before bedding down.

Monsters destroy without even trying and trust me when it is written  that I’ve destroyed much on many worlds yet they also create and it must be said that true love can create so much where so much never existed before.

In a way I’ve learned much about love. The costs, the trials, and for me it boils down that love is truth. I’ve learned I cannot deny what truly exists, and on this shitty planet I am very thankful to have learned the realness of what so many give false meaning to.

In both loves of this shells life it all hinged on nothing of a sexual nature. I fell in love with humans who were females and just were. By this I mean they existed to the point where they entered my world, and it felt wonderful and strange as my world is not your world, not even close.

Yes, sex is wonderful but if one were to hinge their love with sex being a main pillar then it is lust, not love. And yes, lust is wonderful but it is not love.

Just to let you know I  betrayed both loves in a way that had to be as it is. One love was my wife, the other, a stranger. Both held my heart and this heart is not a cozy one to hold rather it could freeze your soul or burn it.

Yes, I felt love and destroyed it as that is what monsters do. But you know what? It is a true gift to now really know what love is and know this, love is not from this world. It is not from my worlds. It comes from a world far from this and those and also know this, God has an excellent sense of humor…

and now a poem about love. it marks probably 264 billion of just poetry written about love as love has always been written about for as long as mankind has had a soul.

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God and Love

Eyes open  lids filled with blood and lash, to see a world given

a gift of ocean, sky, mountain, field, river, desert, ice…

a world of life.

To find peace with fingers reaching to grasp so much knowledge

tilling the soil til harvest…

fishing the waters full of   bounty…

Alone the people knew nothing, together they felt communion

the songs, the drum, the music, the dance

feast full of flavor, villages full of laughter.

A world filled with so much, so much anger, war, and hatered

soon and sooner if it were not changed

the world would come to an end.

For all around, abounding, jumping, full of creation

the rainbow, the rain, the fertile soil, the children…

something was missing.

A white dove descended from the hands of the Master of Creation

and from this fell,

a white single feather.

Spiraling with the wind across lands and waters

through storms and calm

fell this feather.

Until and then

landing upon the hearts around a very corrupt world

the gift of love from God to his people.