(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.
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.
Robin Lipinski 