Robin Lipinski

you know…

you’ve always…

known

to call sun man or woman

is foolish when viewed

by the fluttering’s

of wing.

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.