You should start looking at the coming paths
A leader of a powerful country will take a walk
Surrounded
Secure
And you never even knew or dared to look…
of course,
a full moon, a solstice
Justice
This world truly is
and really is
lost.
Wrong Question
To visit and entertain
thoughts of foreign lands
leading to change of cuisine, style, and taboo’s.
To wonder and perceive thoughts of association?
Human?
Alive?
The question is wrong as countries are nothing more than a world
so why?
Why travel to see dirt and sky, when inside you resides a universe of wonders beyond any and all worlds
(let alone, words)
Favorite Moments
If only there was one
a favorite flavor in the buffet of time.
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Some may think in plural
Multiple moments where there are smiles and laughter…
Not me.
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So much chosen to forget in the pursuit of the illusions of happiness and success
Clinging like a rat to the flotsam to the ship of the World sinking deeper into the abyss
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There are no favorite moments as then this would mean succumbing to the hate, that ever foul stench permeating everything this world touches, a planet of death and disease.
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Does this sound as if it feels like pain and misery? Do the words speak of sadness and sorrow? Maybe, though maybe what you read is really about you and not me?
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Let me say that the words are real, they are as true as i can be.
And so, no matter how hard the efforts; reasons; confessions; memories; experiences..
my favorite moment is coming when i leave this planet begging God to never let me return to this place,
it is then when it will become my one and only favorite memory where to then finally rest in peace.
A Normal Day
Today was today yesterday and tomorrow
A day where God giggles like a little boy and in return, teased with stern appeal.
You see, today was most notable for one thing, today was a normal day.
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The Wind spoke non stop about past, present, and coming days.
Scurrying about with talk of mice and birds, bee’s and war, milk and honey.
In the Sky the clouds slept, dreaming of oceans and tornado’s
A sea was impatient and demanded respect which only caused gut busting laughter from me.
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All around is eternity
A forever and ever and ever and everlasting it is and will be.
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To Live forever may seem notable to those who cling the thoughts of impossible
when really all one has to do is listen…
To feel God inside while jogging in God’s mind
so yes, today is, was and always be normal as it should be.
what would mine be: hashtag- You’re all fucked.
‘Drink milk.’
‘Think mink.’
What would ‘my’ tagline be?
Ha! And hahaha it would be, as I am nothing more than a biological illusion of what Life is supposed to be.
Kissing ass and taking names while getting my ass kicked by animate things
Inflation sky high while politicians tell me my way of living should be the same shit as they eat.
Today for example: More in common with snakes and big trees.
WordPress, how about asking me for more money? Inspire by asking more horseshit things? You know I’m good for it as my credit card advances the debt to thee,
so tagline: Ha Hahaha, and fuck you because what I say does not mean a damn thing.
The Many Doors of Hell
On the television of yesteryear, there were the many game shows with many various names. Names such as, ‘Wheel of Fortune,” or “The Price is Right.”
“Alright Alice, you can choose curtain number one or two or three. Would you like to take your $5000 now or bet it all for what’s behind door number four?” Bob Barker was a slick salesman. A happy and joyous man.
“Oh Bob! I’m so excited.” (the crowd yells, ‘Open the door. Go for the door!’)
Confused, Alice stutters and says to Bob, “I’ll bet it all on door number four.”
“Alrighty Alice,” and with a flourish of his hand the door opened…
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It seems that it gets more and more complicated to bring happiness that is joyful to yourself and others. So many now strive to bring joy to their lives at the expense of others. A selfish society full of those seeking happiness while making other peoples lives as miserable as can be.
In this story behind door number four a man existed named, Bud Durock . He was a genuine prick. A man whose actions were the complete reflection of a jackass. Oh he did complicated and simple things to bring joy to his life. Killing kittens was easy. So very easy to throw them into a bucket and watch their pathetic attempts to be joyful with life.
It was a bit harder to kill those happy people he did not like but when his sick plans unfolded he was down right ecstatic.
Bud Durock was indeed a joyful prick. So much pain to others. So much sorrow. Even in his final joyful act of burning down a church where twenty parishioners were burned to death, even then he felt a giddy happiness, until a small meteorite fell from the heavens and smashed his skull.
Door number four. A door where behind was the scene of Bud having his head obliterated and his remains buried where worms would consume his body for eternity. Over and over and over. An eternal endurance of having to accept the fact that his final act of burning a church and dying made Satan feel absolutely wonderful.
And, as an added bonus, his death and sorrow brought joy to an entire world of people trying to bring whatever simple joy to their lives.
I wonder what’s behind door number One?
Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
Dabbling
Expanding those lungs with strained anticipation; race of life running hard
At first a wiggling mass of determination just trying to find a mothers tit
and then?
Growing hair in strange places; hormonal translations; thoughts of flesh and ways
Until before you know it the days blur between night and day.
“What’s it all about?” or “Why am I here?”
When really laughing and knowing the answer that God is looking at me with a smile, grinning in the mirror.
Life before the internet?
Ha! And might I add, har de har har?
i remember life before there was even a planet called, Earth.
<—————->Hello
A story bold to talk about the weather or the bus that hit you
with broken tiles to mend upon the floor.
Remember the dance in the desert? The one where we lanced and pranced with abandon?
I said, “I love you.” You said. And then we said gaslighting or something of cause and effect.
Would you like to talk soon? Or not. Reasons being what they are.
Just to let you know though, when I snuggle with my dogs and say sweet things
i am really just pretending
what it would be like,
to talk to you.
(And A.I.? Go screw yourself)
Legacy!
Two points of view as to legacy. What to leave behind.
- Fuck it. I’m taking it all with me. I will have a trailer behind the hearse as it is all mine! Mine I tell ya! Screw ya all!
- I’m starting a foundation where everything goes to helping blind orphans from Ice Land get a good start by providing business loans that are interest free.
“Are you nuts?” said a writers parasite.
No. Yes. Well, maybe. ‘Wanting’ and actually ‘doing’ are two very different things. On one hand it would be nice to leave the world a better place than finding it, and on the other hand it all appears pretty hopeless to leave anything that will just be engulfed in death and destruction.
“So you don’t have anything meaningful to leave behind when your rotting corpse is either vaporized and repurposed in a can of Spam?”
Nope. Nada. Nothing. I plan on leaving nothing behind. When I’m gone, nothing or anything or even history, will know I was ever here… Well, Treasure Cave Blue Cheese will know I’m gone as their sales will plummet as I truly love to eat their blue cheese.
“You’re fucked in the head.”
Yes. Yes I am.
Robin Lipinski 