Robin Lipinski

It is good… to travel the veins and rivers of time. It is often times neglected as it is so easy to get caught up in the moment.

There are those who can try and relate to, even come close to understanding too, and even this is, it is… impossible but the possibility exists to try as for a human it is the human condition, especially when two or more humans are involved.

Words and more words. Endless sweat inducing formation of thoughts both primitive and intelligent. Both words work well together.

It is… inspiring. As it is often times so easy to get caught up in the moment, this moment, this very second of a beating heart. And so a story. Just another moment of the past/present/future.

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In the memory there was a cabin. Warmth of hand-hewn timbers erected by a man, a father who currently was toiling at his job at a gristmill down at the powerful waters of the clear waters boiling down from the hills.

Sitting at the table chewing on fresh baked biscuits, the aroma of the food along with the smell of smoke and fire coming from the wood stove made the moment extremely comfortable.

On the floor, sister played with a handmade doll sewn with love and care. It was fun to tease her as she tried to talk sense to the doll. The hair on the doll was yellow yarn and the eyes were buttons. If one closed their eyes you could actually feel the doll come alive.

Mother was a thin women who was a mountain of strength. She kept the house alive. Her hands magical as she washed the clothes on a rough board, sewed the clothes, darned the socks, wiped the tears, shared the laughter, and loved her family more than her dreams.

Soon father would come home after a hard days work. He would kiss his wife, ruffle the hair on sisters head just to hear her squeal in mock distress before she returned to her play, and he would smile at me; asking, “so there young man, did you do your chores?”

Giving him the answer he wanted he then asked, “How did the fish bite today?”

Oh, my, even now the feeling is so real as the reply was, “They did good. Caught a good mess of them using the hoppers. Ma is going to cook them up for dinner.”

He was silent and his smile spoke volumes as he turned his attention to a pipe filled with a fresh cut of tobacco, the smell of it smoke mixing with the other smells. It is… was… will be… heaven.

Opening my eyes now, back into whatever reality this moment is, I can still smell the entire scene. And it is… good.

Drip, drip, drip…

Nice breeze

and a new word learned,

Chunkasaur, said by a cowboy on a television show called, Dino hunters.

If a human being was given the gift, or ability, or chance, or however you want to describe the ‘bestow’ of absolute power, what would happen?

Not really a exciting question as history is filled with people of great ‘power’. Hitler. Kings. Queens. Presidents. Dictators. Khan. Pharaohs… Such people had great power. The power over millions of other humans lives. And they all met the same fate as they become ashes and dust in death.

But lets say that a human body could be immortal, what then? Apply the same question and now the answers are many and varied.

Can a mind change over time? Take Hitler for example. If he was immortal would he come to find a path to becoming Jewish? Or would King Henry (of whatever number) tender the thought of trying his hand at carrot farming?

The answer of course is that a mind can evolve over time. And for a human it could swing from good to evil and back again. In an immortal body with the same ‘equipment’ born with, it would be fun to watch.

A better question would then be: What is power? Again, the answers can be many and varied, but basically power is a word used to describe control. Control over environments, control over whatever commodity that exists. Control over self. Power (pardon the pun) is a powerful word.

A human body cannot be immortal. It cannot be so because of many biological reasons such as pain, disease, ailments. Just because immortality is a ‘forever’ meaning it does not mean the body is free from everyday ailments. If you cut the arm off of an immortal human body it does not mean the arm will grow back.

I suspect that experimenting with a human body and giving it the power to exist forever, it would end where the body itself becomes destroyed mechanically leaving the brain/mind forever imprisoned in a nutrient rich environment in a jar. There the mind could be tortured forever.

Imagine an immortal Hitler being reduced over time to a soundless, motionless, brain floating in a brine… ‘Alive’ and wishing for death.

How poetic power can be.

Saw a deer today. It was running at mach 5. Hunting season you see as many try and find a bead.

Deer are smart as they run and hide. This way and that until it once again is safe to come out and eat.

Then the hunters head home after seeing nothing or deer running at high speed.

But it’s not all bad. No. For those unsuccessful hunters there always is the grocery store stocked with potato chips and beans.

There has been many the moments when the mind deals with a world of sensations.

Food.

Religions.

Sex.

Work.

Science.

Entertainment.

And how has it fared since i’ve never belonged in anything of this planet, this world, this prison, faced with hungers and temptations?

i suppose the answer is boring as it should be boring as boring into the very existence shows a hole into nothing.

Nothing before or after matters when compared to the greater picture.

A footnote at most.

An honorable or dishonorable mention.

But tonight none of nothing matters as tonight is a great night to travel

To travel to my world, a place where i belong and there is nothing that can touch or hurt me

a place where time does not exist

or evil

A place where the sun shines all the time, the food is fantastic, and laughter is the Universal language along with the sounds of barking dogs, giggling children, and no one dies or hurts, and i get a chance to kick God’s butt in a game of checkers.

this morning as i officially don’t give a shit

Politicians droning about this and that when they are nothing but walking wet dust

News is always bad with good only filling in their pause

this world officially sucks and so it should

thank God for sex and drugs

and the choice to not give a shit

and ice cream

and chips

and salsa with cheese

pizza

pasta

steak

hey! Sex, drugs, rock and roll and food!

Now i have to give a shit.

(there can be a poem made about anything)

Feeling the itch to run the fingers

as if

braille could come alive

to exist

with small bites and moans

all over the body and yet

it is in the mountains

the valleys

this they call

tits…

or for some

a balding mans head.

just watched the debate between the Vice President and Vice President Biden’s choice for Vice President.

the fly on Pence’s head was wonderful and spoke volumes as to what is at stake…

Death of a President by age or a Chinese assassin’s plan… Interesting but

can you debate yourself inside your head?

Lets say you just love the right to an abortion, you just love to be just what you are, are you open to change?

Lets say you love guns and bullets, hound dogs and shine, could you ever think of being a vegetarian and buy a pet bat?

Ha! Just as it is… And it always is, this…

You are you because you chose to be what you are. No college professors who hate Trump can ever make you do the same unless it is you who wants to be the same.

Who are voting for if you do choose to vote? Trump? Biden? Donald Duck? Or maybe you will never vote because that is what you decide?

If you do vote and plan on voting for Biden or Trump… What would it take to make you change your mind?

No. People decide decisions based on many reasons from emotions, hormones, persuasion, religion, family, pride, pain, success, and more and it is this way because you exist.\/

‘Free will’, some say does not exist and yet there are those on the other side who say is does exist. For each a choice and interesting and it is good it is… this way.

Imagine a world where everyone is the same. Wearing the same clothes, the same hats. Singing the same songs, cooking the same meals…

YikeSsss! What a boring thought.

I do love it though… even better than the choices people make, is what it takes for such hard-core principles… to change their minds.

when China and the world is burned

nuclear clouds giving mushrooms a bad name

what will be left.

a lot less people

a lot more change

it will be

the reign of…

(insert the picture)

it is the simple moments such as imagining kernels of corn popping into soft fluffy white treats.

melted butter and salt leaving oily fingers

and a wonderful taste in the mouth.

potato chips and dip

cheese or onion or clam or guacamole or, or, or, anything with the ability to cling

soup

steak

lobster

ice cream

in this fucked up world at least there is still great things to imagine

and eat.