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.
Ha! And might I add, har de har har?
i remember life before there was even a planet called, Earth.
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)
Two points of view as to legacy. What to leave behind.
“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.
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.
Robin Lipinski 