She held me as softly as the wind
Caressing
Blowing into the hearing the soft sound of, sssssh.
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Motions of the Sun burned parched lips
Eyes glazed from such a time apart
And he knew, just as he knew his footprints arrived as quickly as they disappeared.
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The wind smiled as the sand covered his thoughts
Giggling and laughing
She flew away as fast as she forgot his ignorance.
balance beam where life walks
hands stretched from beginning to end
working a body towards a goal, a task.
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pain upon a point of joy; fulcrum broad so neutral in deciding
how then to share those who bring meaning and comfort?
how does one work through situations where other situations are more demanding?
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the answers bounce back and forth
as we all work through it towards our final moment
retiring home to be with God.
You slick little bio machines, what with your sugar fed brains
Slurping water like a fish, eating so you can grow, live and shit.
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Sacrifice? You mean you give?
Up? Do you give up? Do you quit? And then cry/get mad/smile if you’re sick?
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Okay, I’ll bite, what do I sacrifice? Mmm… Nothing. Absolutely nothing as I only take, I demand, I, I, I, I am me and if you ask me I wouldn’t give you one whit
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It is always about me and it always has been this way. Ever since I discovered there were choices to be made. God gave humans something called commandments, or rules or laws. Something about sin. Ha! What would God know about sacrifice! God is a….
“Stop.”
What?
“You need to stop and go back to Hell now Lucifer. You sacrificed your Light for a lost cause of evil.”
No… No I did not! You are wrong, I am right. You’re a fool and I’m a god!
“Look into my eyes. What do you see?”
I, I, I, I see God…and, and,
“You lost.”
Nooooo!
Saddled at birth with a name. A name sticking to you like glue.
Given by man with whim of choices to allow a woman to say yes.
Only, that is who we are.
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Or is it not of what we are; rather something of Earth?
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Nay only to know; forever knowing, of the soul we are wearing.
When a woman bleeds, her heart opens a path to creation
As a child she plays the ways of compassionate concern for the voices in her head
A doll
A baby
A tea party
Joyous female celebration.
Her body matures and develops
In stride she cries as she laughs until the toys and imagination become the reality of hormones and ovulation
Passion replaces common sense
Common sense now becomes a clock where the hands speed to tend to
tend to
to tend a change.
menstruation
for a time to rhythm and lunar calculations
until
the moon hides behind taking pause
now past any more flowing stream, now replaced with calmness and peace
an old woman smiles as she tried and she failed in the ongoing process
of Creation.
List the people I admire and look to for advice…
There is not one human or a billion that i would ever take advice from. Not one. That’s like asking a turd in a toilet bowl what the meaning of life is.
However, i admire God and the advice given has always proven true 100% of the time.
So there you go you Atheist weirdo’s. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Oh. Wait. WordPress is being serious? Is there a quote I live my life by or think of often?
Mmm…Well, in the Marine Corps my quote was, “Kill them all and let God sort them out.” However, those days are over and only Antifa members would want that one except they don’t believe in God.
I know… No. No that one won’t do. “Fuck them all…” No, not that one either, too real.
Wait! Of course. I don’t need any quotes to live by. Quotes are for weak and insecure people. I am not weak or insecure. I am insane.
I live the way i want when i want and how i want.
Otherwise…”Never underestimate God’s sense of humor.”
“Can I huh? Can I mom?” Persistence of youth, especially a male child whose brain deals in the muddy waters of misguided absolutes, is astounding.
“No.” Mothers can communicate in the most simple way to get their point across in only a few words.
“Why? Everybody is going.” Ah yes! The age old response from one losing an argument.
“I don’t care, you cannot go.”
“But, but, but Mooooom… Please?” Starting to sound more like defeat mixed with futile hope.
“No. Now go clean up for dinner.”
Sigh, “Okay.” And off to his world of self the young lad went. Only, like so many young males (and a mothers closest thing to a challenge, young females) he had other plans…
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Skipping forward in the age old story of obedience and disobedience we now project in your mind the picture of a boys empty room. It is empty because this lad snuck out of his room and went camping with some of his friends. Can you see it?
If you’re actually reading this ,what kind of room are you picturing? Is it a room filled with male paraphernalia such as half naked women in posters hanging on the wall? Is there a computer on a desk with some sort of stickers on it? A bed unmade? Dirty clothes on the floor?
Yes?
No?
Don’t give a fuck?
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Now to what the room looks like. It is a room unlike any you could know. It was a gravitational pod filled with pulsing stems of high voltage. The hum would destroy any human ear drum, the voltage would eradicate any human flesh completely. It was here the young male lived on a planet filled with such advanced science combined with multi-dimensional constructs it was a bit overwhelming.
The young male was indeed biological and his parents were the typical male and female who combined the biological and the unexplainable ( maybe some day you will come to understand, but that day is not today.)
With his friends the group went camping to a primitive planet called, Earth. It was here they would camp among the species so dangerous and bizarre it was to be the perfect test of disobedience one could dream of, let alone bring to fruition.
“Damn, look at that,” the boy turned to talk to one of his compatriots to share his view of a young human female giving herself a shot of heroin.
“How bizarre.” It was at this time when a stray bullet from a gun fired in anger by an antifa activist against a fellow rival hit the boy and caused an explosion on par with a small tactical nuke.
And while it is sad the camping trip ended badly it only proved that mothers know best. It also proved true that Earth is a shit hole and should be left to be an exhibition at a cosmic zoo.
Jerusalem comes to mind after the dreams combine
Old men conscripted once again to serve a flag, an idea, a nation
Young hold their rifles with prides as they strut down the road to destruction
Jews check their laws and make new; better to make a law making breaking Old laws impossible
It is all about a temple; body; mind.
Such suffering now the child born and unborn
A result comes of ways tried, failed, and thought anew, a simple way where the Shepard returns
where with all to open their eyes and see for themselves
the real and true Reason for
the Temple.
Abortion has been around for as long as humans figured out what natural ingredients ingested by a pregnant female would cause the baby to ‘die’.
Humans are excellent in devising new ways to kill each other and everything alive.
It does not matter if humans believe in God or god or gods, they still will choose what they desire to ‘live’ a life here on this planet. Money, gold, land, power, sex, food; endless list of endless desires.
Amazing how many humans choose life and how many choose death, much like how many place value and faith in the material goods of the this planet instead of God’s kingdom.
I can’t change minds of those who don’t believe in God or choose murder over life but then again I can’t make the Sun rise in the West and set in the East.
What i can do though is to know that nothing of this planet other than life has any value or meaning. Translated: i would rather have a single act of kindness stored in Heaven then to have all the gold/power/treasure here on Earth.
Robin Lipinski 