Robin Lipinski

What?

Why?

Why hate a man who is the leader of the Catholic Church?

(silence)

Simple really. The Pope is a threat to those who believe their belief is the ‘correct’ belief.

“You’re not supposed to worship idols!”

“The Pope is the anti christ.”

So many people hate God while so many more believe God is only a god or a nice name for a turtle.

A Seventh Day Adventist HATES the Catholic Church. They are but one of many who despise, hate, loathe, and yet they ‘pray’ to God.

Strange thing about hate though, the reflection of hate always shows the ugly face it portrays.

Humans embrace hate. To do so guides them within the parameters of whatever path they choose to leave evidence of their passing.

When this current Pope passes those who hate will be happy to learn of the news while those who love the Pope will also be happy knowing he will be walking with God.

Hate: Got some? Once you see the reflection try seeing kindness instead. Or not. Hate is a master of sight.

And for those who cling to the belief that there is no God. That abortion is a right. That a man can be a woman or woman be a man. i know your god too well thus see God much more clearly in the reflection of what is important to Life.

Body firm with training and expenditures

Tight sensation bordering on nerves and action

Horses stead head held high; nostrils flaring

Shield in hand, lance the other, joining to control the reins

off again to field and battle, off forever the plains of Valhalla.

have you ever slept so good for so long with no dreams?

not one?

None…

slept so good that no one was killed, no one was saved, nothing was gained/lost

even the usual endless droning of rocks was heard in silence.

a very nice sleep.

so how serious is it?

enough for some shitty Shakespeare shit?

maybe though,

hotdogs

n

mac

n

cheese.

Location: Status. Null. Null. Green

A place of onions, (or inions) Wheat. Field. Plain.

But wait… a creek or crick on Spring.

There a bridge.

There a smile.

And the lantern?

yep, waving at…

a.

a.

a.

a.

an did ya see?

the smiling smirk?

and why write about it?

Because it makes for a good feeling.

*

Three women worked behind the counter of power. Industrious. Dedicated. And eyes of coal.

The first acknowledge the name/body was on the roster. Proof flashing before the mind.

“You are not allowed.”

Since when?

“Two weeks ago the manifest was filled.”

(denied)

The second woman was not so nice, fire flashed from her eyes.

(denied)

The third was the worst, as she laughed and turned her back.

(denied)

A flight full of passengers. A best friend already booked, packed and ready to board his flight. A good flight to a good place.

The fourth was not a woman. He was another best friend. A man from another world and time. A man limbless. No arms. No legs. A magician with a keyboard and a butt.

He tried to help. He had too. The other three combined and imprisoned the helper.

They are all passengers on the same flight.

I wonder? What will they do when they see the face off their pilot?

And, in humor/smile/laugh

i don’t need any means of transportation.

it is good.

oh. and another ‘thing’.

Today a bunny hopped across the snow. Concern and query upon the face.

A nice bunny.

A good bunny.

Mooky

Mooky is the perfect name for a pet aardvark or koala bear.

Mooky

Mooky like cooky

Here Mooky. Good boy. That’s good boy.

and now to caress the fine fabric of the mistress drunk

adorned with the the festive bliss of intoxication

ahhhh

yes.

Is it worth it to house so much emotions trapped inside the mind?

yes.

To feel the very words of a small vole putting me to test, to smell the snow, to see the anger as a woman grips a steering wheel; pulling to the side to express.

So to you God, you (censored) boss,

a glass raised to your success.