Ode till ma grundig
Ost till min dragi
Omber mostil ande
Ocri osti tollum…
>>>fif th legin
fires bellow as laughter from the hearth laden dry the Summers gather
tickling sparkened aire
forge to bend steel metal
as worm digs the trench taken
and merry often the breeze so kindles.
It has been awhile since writing about a small yet powerful part of human emotions.
“I love ice cream,” or “Don’t you just love how the sun set over the volcano?”
Of course…
“I hate ice cream,” or “Don’t you just hate how the sun set in Tokyo?”
Love is a crazy emotion of so many definitions and uses.
“I’d love to fuck that woman,” or “I loved how that man fucked me.”
Crude? Vulgar? Who cares… Only the individual who chooses to love or hate love or love hate or even take the time to dwell with human emotions.
I study people as it is… a hobby of mine. Needless to say, totally impressed how such a creature can exist with so much in so little time with the ability to switch and cross lines constantly.
A saint falling into the world of sinner.
A sinner becoming a saint.
An evil mass murder who gives his life in love for a child.
A child choosing to kill their parents.
I tried love and while interesting for humans is only natural for others.
Humans version of what love is is humorous and I must admit, confusing.
It is like expecting a perfectly normal skunk ambling through the woods to speak Latin and when learning they are unable, to find that strange…
Human emotions of love and hate are a block of so much that for the short time the bodies are allowed to exist.
Thankfully though, for all the good and bad which occurs daily for every human, there does come the day when they will realize what love is and what hate is… And that day is the day which comes for all humans, the day the body dies and the mind is open.
Words flow with a smoothness covered with chunkiness
Up from the bottom, down from the top
Heavy one moment, light the next
but not free… never are words free
They are directed, led, contained, even restrained
going through the narrow hole until stored in a jar with no limits to size
proving there is more to God’s humor when the realization occurs
there is no lid to the jar.
he will eat anything…
or
was it a tiger roaring/?
no
no, that can’t be…
it was a leprechaun?
honey nuts, dripping such sweet nectar?
(silence)
of course
of course it is
the fiber
with raisins…
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
fuck it all and all is fucked…
There, i’m all fuck out. So now there is room for ice cream.
I suppose so
Once in a while
No work, no fighting, nothing more than relaxing
and for a few seconds
to lose control of the world.
brings together
the line and nectar
it does
when together the humming bird
They always have been, always will be
strong
growing in strength
soon…
no longer in need of a body
soon…
to fly forever free.
If I said, “Niggers are running amok while white crackers want to be niggers…” I would be called racist.
If I said, “Black lives matter, while kicking a white kid in the head…” I would be called a protester.
If. If is a cowardly word to do and say what one wants while trying to evade the repercussions.
If I say Democrats are evil, am I a Republican?
If I say Republicans are evil, am I a Democrat?
Do Muslims love Christians or do Christians love Muslims?
Currently, the world is filled with lots and lots of anger.\
Women hate the men they love
Men hate the women they love
So, what is love? What is peace? What actually is anything?
We all are what we make of ourselves. If the majority are loving or peaceful or try to be understanding, we become a society of joy.
If the majority are angry, hostile, bitter, or try to be controlling of others, we become a country called, America, Russia, China, India…
There is too much anger which make it even easier to understand the power of love and peace.
Peace
Robin Lipinski 