Robin Lipinski

Ha, very good. Of course I noticed, have so for a long time now as what else could a monster notice if not shadows…

You inspired a poem and a thanks for looking in…

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The Hills Have Eyes

So many live lives secure with their individual secrets, to hide from spouse, lover, enemy, friends.

Masks worn made of flesh and bone hiding whatever emotion is wanting privacy, to prevent ridicule, judgement or pain.

A girl places toilet paper to show the world larger breasts

A boy covers his pimples with skin tone paint

A woman hides the bruises her lover inflicts

A man runs from his emotions so a world cannot see his tears.

A monster see’s everything. It see’s the heart of the sun, the sweat from the moon. It see’s the tree’s gossip and hears the geese lie. It tastes dreams and throws stars in play. Yet a monster will choose if it will be heard, felt and seen.

Hello world, it’s me, a monster few will ever believe or know.

A few do though as it is what it is…

A Rock knows

The fire and ice  knows

God  knows

The wind spends so much time laughing about it you’d swear the winds nostrils would blow snot, if it could.

And the hills? Yes, even the hills can see.

Nothing of this world can hide when living in this world, not even me.

Have you ever looked at a pile of shit…literally, a  pile of excrement from whatever animal and had a positive idea as to the possibility of what it could be used for? If you’re normal the answer is a definite, “No!” If you’re like me you see something very different than the pile, you see what it was is and will be…  I always find a use for something, anything, as everything has multiple uses.

Today I stopped at Pacific Steel in Lewiston Idaho. It is a fun place filled with so many stories it is impossible to even start to write them. I was there for scrap brass and copper, two of my favorite metals.

For me, Copper is #1. There is absolutely no better metal on this planet than copper. This is followed by the cousins of copper – brass and bronze. Now most would say, “Gold is the best, or silver, or platinum,” but they would be wrong on so many levels I won’t even go there.

It was slim pickings today as the scrap price for metal is down and people are waiting for the prices to go back up, but I always find something and find I did. A piece of copper sheeting and two grades of copper wire. Along with that I found two solid brass lamps.

This is what they ‘looked’ like…

This is what they now look like.

I sawed them up into usable pieces. Inside were large solid steel washers used to fool the consumer into thinking they were buying a very heavy solid brass lamp. Ha! Smart Chinese.

The steel washers will be used in one of my many projects and the two threaded light rods will be used on two lamps I’ll build out of either rock, wood, or both. The brass will now be made into jewelry.

The cost today was ten pounds of brass/$18.50 and three pounds of copper/$9.75. For me just the large steel washers and threaded light rods were worth the cost.

Fun day today indeed. Visited with Sophie an ‘almost’ four-year old and who loved to eat ice cubes out of her soda cup.

The ice which formed during the ice storm last night was truly an adventure to drive on, as was the slush covered highway.

Yes, another good day to live and a great find of junk which is now treasure.

Tonight is a moment of light as the rock softens, what a ride.

People don’t like stink bugs in general because they stink. I however like the stink bugs living in my home unlike the ones that lived in  the home in Montana.

Stink bug is a general word used for insects that emit strong odors, especially when excited or squished.

In Montana the stink bugs were black beetles and they had a very pungent stink, not really pleasant at all whereas the stink bugs here in my home have a green liquid that smells, not bad.

This is what they look like. They are known by the official name: Helmeted Squash bug

They are a tough and hardy bug, I’ve even seen them crawling on the cold snow.

They fly through the air, which is okay but flying bugs don’t really excite me rather how they walk is what is fun to see.

Many the minutes I’ve spent watching this squash bug walk on my table. They remind me of robots and you won’t believe me but we talk and they actually possess a bit of cognitive knowledge.

When I grab one by the antenna they definitely don’t like it and will immediately emit a strong smell. I usually start laughing as I throw them outside.

Yes, the simple things in  life are what make it worth living and for me the Helmeted little bastard is one such thing.

Also, they are inspirational for a poem.

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Stink Bug

Stilted while tilted; walking-the-walk; a helmeted bug tip toeing the scene.

Slow and surely they seem…

To be and see and hear, they know many things.

Durable tough but still filled with mortality.

Stepped on, squashed, flattened, they will stink

Dried out they still look alive, and would remain so for eternity.

Thrown in the air they instantly sprout wings, and curse…

Oh my how they swear, “Fuck, shit, bastard…”

Words directed at me.

Yet they land soon and upon stilted legs walking a tilted scene

they soon again are at peace

and usually the bastards will look at me,

and smile

but sometimes they look disappointed that I don’t hate their stink.

Went fishing and the temp was -23. Perch did not want nuthin to do with my hook but the trout did so it was pretty nice, though soaking in the hot waters of the Spring was much better.

Talked with a woman who moved to a nearby town a year ago and she was very intelligent and the conversation was nice. We talked about her four daughters, her career at Albertson’s, her training as a physical therapist, her desire to go to New Zealand. It was nice to talk to an open soul.

What was very interesting was how she tried to brave the hot waters but few people can take extreme cold or extreme heat…being a monster I greatly enjoy both. Lately I enjoy soaking in the water and then go lay in the snow where people can’t see me, for about 8 – 10 minutes. Fire and ice are truly my friends.

Yes it was a good day and after the lady departed I thought about people who like to climb mountains, or mountain bike in extreme climes, or do whatever it is people like to achieve in their lives.

I’m boring. I’ve done so many things nobody would believe even a fraction of what I’ve been blessed to have done, yet there is one thing I would like to do some day – walk the entire length of the Great Wall of China.

The Great Wall is over 5,000 miles long and is steeped in history. It would be a definite ‘fun’ thing to do but I’ll save it for another lifetime, this one is busy enough.

Yes, today was another good day to live. When people read this in the future, I hope your day was good also and that you have a dream of achieving something you desire no matter how small or grand.

Today I got to visit with two wonderful ladies. The first was Beth, a nurse practitioner for the local VA clinic. She conducted my annual physical and in my opinion is better than a doctor. What makes her great is her soul, it glows and you can see she is truly a healer. You should see what the soul of a killer looks like…It glows too,  but not in a peaceful way.

Beth went over my labs and we ‘chit chatted’. She told me about her dead grandmother who lived in Kentucky and how she wished she could have asked her more questions about hill folk medicine. I told her about the Foxfire books. The books are something you should learn about if you’re interested in a part now lost in this world.

Yes, it was great having a physical done by her and I complimented on how I appreciated her work.

After Beth I was sitting in a waiting room at the hospital and noticed another glowing soul, this time coming from a woman born in 1923. I watched as she checked in with the receptionist. I watched how she walked and looked around her world. She was alert and very bright.

When this women sat down I struck up a conversation with her by starting with: So, 94 years old, I bet you have seen a lot.

She smiled and we talked and laughed as if we had known each other for a very long time (in a way, we have…) I learned she was born in Colorado and hated fishing. She had lived in many places and now lived in Grangeville Idaho.

She told me about one of her relatives who had lived in Alaska for 30 years after have had worked in a uranium mine in New Mexico where he received severe lung damage and skin damage.

She told me how he had fallen off a roof in Alaska and a crazy neighbor would come over, look at him, and walk off. Finally on the third day the neighbor walked to a telephone and made an anonymous call to the authorities. She said her relative had a broken back and legs and that it was a miracle he had survived. As a footnote, the man moved out of Alaska to finally finish his life in a vet home where he lived for five years before dying.

We talked of moose, of dead animals on the highway, of how her son was on the hood wiping the window as she drove them through a snow storm… It was wonderful.

Today was indeed a good day to live and to have had the privilege of talking to two good souls was indeed, a pleasure.

As I left the waiting room I asked her name of which I will not share but I will share that she said, “I will see you again…” and I said, yes, yes you will.

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.