Robin Lipinski

listening to Johnny Cash sing a song and saying, God is not dead.

I guess that is all one needs to know in this fucked up world.

Better four simple words of fact than billions of words describing the success and failures of mankind.

my name is. it is. and as such, means nothing to the orbital schedule of Jupiter or the influence of Mars. however, it is my name and as such, it is good.

stars blink, you blink, everyone blinks, except… have you ever seen a snake blink? or a cricket? but a wink? Hah! snakes wink every day, and crickets sip tea when you’re not looking…

so today, i say hello.

seeing in the mirror and windshield, a reflection off my soul of passion, strength, and weakness.

it brought a smile to my face, and even with the whiskey, the laughs of a man looking in my ear, it was today, and now a perfect time to say,

Hello.

It is said there is too much hate in the world

It is said there is love in the world.

This world has no hate or love… unless, the world is visited by it.

It is easy to see

hard to feel

and such a strange taste, both wonderful and awful.

We are visitors to this world. For a few moments we squall and cry, laugh and giggle.

We try various emotions and spread the seeds of love and hate

We are it.

If we were not here there would be no love, there would be no hate

unless…

there were other visitors who shared,

visitors on this world and others

Interesting though, as some visitors spread love

the others spread hate

while humans are both.

Romance. Love. Stories.

Pulp fiction

From flowers to pirate to whatever the mind wants to embrace.

It should be said there are stories n’ then, more, and more, and more… peeling the layers apart.

Let me tall you a story about love…

And what a story it is…

there are only two who can understand.

Catholics

Baptists

Mormons

Jews

Muslims

Seventh Day Adventists

Hindus

and on, and on, and on…

Religions of religion all proclaiming they follow a god, gods, God, God’s

All hating

All.

Each and every one harboring bad intentions while saying they love…

Is this true?

Could it be true?

All those and these religions hate?

(silence)

the answer of course is no.

Religions do not hate, they can’t and never do

it is

humans…

Humans hate what they can’t love.

Wearing the skin tight, wrapped around the bones of milk and honey

Supple, smooth, sensual…

or

in anger?

Armor?

In the cold reality… Reality, such an overused word to describe in words the naked facts of life.

It is comforting to wear the garb, the thread woven as a story older than the reality, the womb itself, this never old word called, Life.

Hold your hands high dear reader, for in them grasps a fact, an action; emotions no one can control, not even your own mind…

And twirl!

Dance!

Laugh!

Join in Gods humor

Feel the kiss of the Wind

In this, the outside of your moment of relief will spill to the inside.

what would it speak of?

Maybe it would tell of the season, of how early on there was hope as the snow melted and sun warmed the branch filled with buds

or of how some many birds gossiped and sang every day and night while joined by the singing of bugs

i wonder though, as the green soft skin toughened in drought and heat, leading to age of Fall, would a leaf have much to say or would it feel complete and whole or left with regret?

and when falling would a leaf say, “Look at how i can fly!” Telling the other leafs to join them?

of course leafs cannot talk, they cannot sing, laugh, cry, or even get angry

even though they do…

in

my

mind.

this the part of defining title

*

There is much to be say, once the books last cover closes

*

above, so far above the last flickering star the farthest out

*

a cough, then a laugh

it is then a storu’i

gains wings lifted by song

such a sigh.

Who stood them tall, as soldiers standing at attention?

Who knocked them with a whim; as with prediction they tumble in perfection?

A planet, dancing

Moments unfolding as if they too, stood tall only to fall

Stars shooting like sparks

Titans battle

Already a moon shattered

…

Hello.

How are you doing.

Leave the domino’s lay where they stand and fall

Dance. Dance with happiness.

Watch the stars.

Seek peace as with titans there is never a rusted sword

pull the pieces of the moon from my frozen heart, where i watch

from the shadows

and remember the softness of a simple smile.

Topics of such strong domination of senses. Politics. Economics. Health. Sex. Power. Weakness. Geo news. An endless list of topics which the person reading, listening, debating, feeling about; this they allow, and now…

Ask old people about how they view social media and the deluge of instant information. Most will laugh and shake their head. Ask young people and you might get fucked, shot, laughed at, agreed with, or some really strange yet strong domination of their views on whatever it’s their flavor-of-the-second…

Ask me about the current self-woke, herd mentality of a species feeling ‘connected’. In some ways, it is good… and, it is bad…

Knowledge is useful and needed. Understanding knowledge gained, especially through experience is very useful and needed. Trying to understand knowledge without experience or meaningful perspective is bad in the least and dangerous at the most.

But enough of my obvious disdain of a spoiled, self-entitled, gullible, and naive species…

***

Feel It

The window on the truck is open, smoke laden air from fires burning near and afar teasing the senses.

Hand out, and flying the road

There, a family of quail, a family of chukar, a herd of dear

Dust and smoke

Ash

Warm air

A day of work done with perspiration drying

Bit of pay in the pocket

Dinner is waiting, and dogs. Oh yes, the dogs are a joy as too the joy of taking off the boots, washing the hands, eating some tiny tomatoes, hearing about her day

And now it is over, this day is recorded, logged, and put away.

Sleep now awaits, but first a shower with hot steamy water, brushing the teeth, taking a shit

and feeling the joy of Dreams.