To make it through the shit of the #1 priority of keeping this body/mind intact so to move on to the second priority on the list.
#2 priority is MUCH more fun.
Boogers
So good to be so personal
Rooting around for the source
and then
without fanfare, forethought, or regret
to root around again.
Words Are Nothing More Than A Disguise
Inhalation of air to soothe the life and lungs, giving way to a beating heart and sigh
“Hello,” a word of greeting into a world wearing pretend smiles
“Fuck off,” genuine for those receiving the the truth of a worlds heart
“Listen…” an order of making for sure the demise.
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There is truth when talking with the shadows following each and every placement of the feet. /to feel the wind, dust in the eyes, water from the sky, even laughing at bunnies.
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“How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do to make you feel peace?” A question making no sense when said by humans as they pretend to feel something, anything other than disgust and hate towards what is inside me.
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To fight a world, to destroy a world is easy in the silence leaving the success of screams.
To live in a world full of so many words in so many languages; trying to find which ones are real and which are nothing more than a disguise and make believe…
and yet…
when hearing a child learn of words, of speech, wonder in their voices. So simple. So serene. So real. Only a child knows the truth of words as they still are of the age where they still are cloaked in feathers of an angel, still feeling the hand of God, still in the wonderful part of the growing dream.
What words are accepted laying old upon a death bed surrounded by the very thoughts of minds speaking endless? So many words to ponder. So many words to remember. So many words and yet still comes the silence of darkness.
To pass into the light of reality leaving the disguises of words behind. Feeling the warmth, the joy, the peace, the contentment where words are not needed. Eyes closed eternal as the clock stops ticking on the wall, lips never more to move or utter; kissing now the silence of the dream.
Fuck You
What is ‘positive?’
I just told you, “Fuck you,” and I feel better. In fact I feel fucking Awesome. Not awesome enough to use a !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but awesome enough to feel positive.
Human emotions are like fermenting poo. Shit piles of potential left in the sun to dry and finally turn into dust where the wind can wear you like a candy string of sweetness.
So, fuck you. Fuck you very much. It may seem personal but it is not. It is…Good!
And now to go fuck with some elves.
Old Profession
Whores.
Unlike all the other professions, they know exactly what they are and what they do.
In other words, they tell the truth.
Too Much
First banned from Poetry Circle and then Aphelion. This world is not ready for what I write and so to the world a strong affirmation FUCK YOU! (it definitely makes me feel sooooo much better)
WordPress is nothing more than a circle jerk. “You likey? Me lonely.” To which I say, (yes, you guessed it) FUCK YOU! (better)
I’ve written and told two women that I love them and in return nothing but sorrow and pain, so too now the writing.
No more.
i am finished saying what i wanted to say so….
now to turn my interests to myself and art, and living, and the pursuit of understanding what none of you fucks could ever come close to understanding, so adieu, adios, and let me say what anyone reading this shit wants to tell me , “Fuck you!” to which I tip my hat and say, thank you.
Fuck Muslims
Pakistan persecuting Christians for saying bad things about that goat fucking, child molesting Mohammad? Fuck them.
This is a fucking prison; Earth. Every form of life on this shithole planet is serving time because God has a wonderful sense of humor.
Christian killing Muslim, Muslim killing Christian. Democrats killing everything, Republicans killing everything. You killing everything. As for me, I don’t exist. I only get to watch it all get fucked up and explode. And trust me when I say, fuck this planet.
So, what’s the solution? A prison break? Escape? Ha! Goat fuckers. I wonder though, do goats like getting fucked?
Ever watch a baby deer get killed and eaten by an eagle? Brutal. So is a baby eagle getting eaten by rat.
To see a planet totally destroyed is actually one of God’s forms of poetry. To see a star implode and take a solar system with it… Wonderful!
Pakistan? Fuck you. America? Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all.
And now, to go smell some flowers before the Sun kills them.
Spitting in God’s Eye
written by: a God particle.
Obscene blasphemy ripened by pregnant vulgarity
or so it seems.
Words beholden to debate, or not, in the mind reading. A simple mind.
You see, God plays poker with God and God always wins even if God cheats…
God never lies which then the answer to an old question: Does God ever lose, as even the mark hides.
Ha!
So simple the answer as God made people.
Yet, yes yet, there came to pass the spittle of God cast to create chaos and order; phlegm of a Universe
(smells a bit like lavender.)
a math unlike any other. free from constraint and order. hope for hope and yet hopeless.
rotten until the flowers bloom so bright their petals make any Sun blush.
Yes then, again i say, yes and thanks, for to see God spit my my eye has given clarity to understand by it is important to give thanks to my Creator; spitting with Love deep into God’s Eye.
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Do Birds Dream…
A poem written by a bird
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Soft fold of shudder
there between earth and sky
soaring so, so, sooooo,
high.
A question gains heigtht
Can birds dream?
Yes!
Of course we dream
ever and ever the dream
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the true question then,
can birds fly?
Hot]
Hey parasite.
“Yes o mighty lord of numbnuts.”
It’s fucking hot outside.
“No shit. So when are you going to get skin cancer?”
Never, I used some sunblock.
“And why are you even talking to me? I’m busy watching a cricket talk to a hot rock.”
What is it saying?
“What? The rock or the cricket?”
Both.
“They both are talking about how retarded you are.
Cool.
“You’re an idiot.”
Robin Lipinski 