Lately smells have been intense.
Smelling poachers as they spotlight at night
Smelling the memories as those people who travel the forest roads. Some fucking, one dying, many trying to relax
Smelling anger of current events
Smelling. Smelling. Smelling.
So much.
Yet for all the intensity it still comes through, the smell of food, fresh air, life, and the smell of perfume.
From time to Time, there exists something special. It is special… while also containing painful, joyful, in short full of much.
An open mind purposefully controlled by freedom, which is a description of conundrum which is. It is.
So, often in thoughts blurred by reality and conflicts in vibrations… a poem.
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∑ i¤- i as in i’m
My
(pausing to paint a new world)
no matter as in this matter, such feelings/views/experience are of no defense.
And when the essence is boiled down to ingredients
it remains strong even as my mind wanders in a storm of chaos
finding sanctuary in what can only relieve…
and in this port, afloat by the memory of what it is, to smile.
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Between the lines ‘lives’ a dynamic picture.
It is a live picture
Take a close look at it. Close your eyes and see if you can.
A few, a very very few will or can come close to see what is now, in my hand.
before it gets better… Or, so it has been alluded, or is it collusion? Better before worse, worse before better. It sounds like shit and shit is worse until it dries and the smell becomes better. Or, it sounds like shit and shit is better until it stays around forever.
July 4th. A once important holiday for the United States but actually, is there anything important to the citizens of this country?
Of course, money rules all. All to include politics, religion, science, education… and aside from that, nothing else is no longer held important other than whatever emotion each citizen thinks is important until it is quickly replaced with another, and another, and another…
Franklin once said, “A republic, if you can keep it.”
But if the bulk of citizens no longer consider anything other than their own emotions to be important, the republic itself cannot be considered important either.
And with that, I go now to think about money, food, maybe tickle my ass with a feather, send a donation to save the rain forest, complain about something, think ill about those who don’t think like I do, tickle my ass with a feather again, pick my nose, love America, hate America…
Kneeling in cat shit doing woodwork for a man who makes a lot of money and yet cannot pay my salary. The question comes to mind: Who is the bigger fool?
Why is it that rain and wind are more my friend than any human could ever be?
Every time becomes less and less while more interest lays in the simple things such as fresh onion dip and fresh chips.
Listening to sounds people make and it makes my head ache.
Maybe it would be best to give everything away. Sail the oceans or hike the desert plains. Maybe is a word used when other words fail. However, fool or not, it is… all very much inspirational and less and less than holding the breath waiting for a world to change.
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A body converts the desires of work and sleep into sleep and work
Expending and expecting and in this, success or failure
Payday or setback
Rational or irrational…
Who cares or gives a shit as long as the day ends long enough to give pause until it repeats itself over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over…
Food spelled backwards sounds fun, doof. Dufus is close in sound but different in definition.
This is what is fun about writing. To write is fun! It is even better to write whatever, however, and whenever without caring what anyone else thinks about what is written.
And so, it is, fun.”””
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There was an elephant named dufus
who ate so he could become humungus
stepped in the mud, got cold, got fungus
developed a cough
and now is no longer
among us.
“That was fucking awful!”
Thanks parasite. Now, try and open a new jar of peanut butter without having any thumbs…
“Dick…”
Today, or ‘in todays’, the internet and the various outlets and forums, to include WordPress, use there ‘power’ to censor and control content.
Facebook is well known for what side of the social order they side with. So too WordPress and every other online site dealing with, well, dealing with everything.
Currently, thugs and rabble rousers are clinging to the topic of police brutality and racism. Admirable on its face but as with everything humans seek to control, just another power play.
My position and opinion on such a topic is obvious. Not much more need be said as to what my thoughts are regarding those who seek power over others. But, an observation:\
The statues of those historical people being toppled in the name of ‘progress’ presents an obvious view of how those historical people were important in the time they lived. While not perfect then, so too are the protestors today who are not perfect.
One large and very obvious fact is that many of those historical figures such as Jefferson, Lincoln, Washington… they worshiped God. They prayed. They honored.
So, seeing the many rioters and advocates of what is going on today… Does anyone think they even believe in God? Or, for that matter, do they honor or obey anything or anyone other than themselves?
It they don’t, their actions speak volumes on where their hearts lay. If they do. If they are sincere in their faith in God, then show me one of them who will admit it.
or in real language… Google is shit. So too, Facebook. So too, any organization that stifles opinion and freedom of speech.
Fuck Google
Fuck Facebook
Fuck Twitter
Fuck em all.
As for BLM? Applaud those who advocate life, civility, debate, freedom… For the bulk who cower behind the color of their skin with the intention of power over others? Fuck them.
And for bullies of any sort… FUCK them times ten billion.
talk of dynamite and rosy reds running the rivers
seems like only yesterday there took interest in a contagion
leading glimmering cups of latte and rant to prick the senses
of course
i say, blow it all away
light the fuse while sitting
dreaming of a better way.
Robin Lipinski 