Robin Lipinski

A man cries when his child dies… is this weakness?

A woman wails when her man is killed in war… is this weakness?

A rich man gets out of his car to help comfort a dog hit by a car… is this weakness?

A child shares their candy to another with tears in their eyes… is this weakness?

An old woman suffers anger from the early onset of dementia… is this weakness?

Power unfolds and opens an entire world

Embraced and sought by so many

To be the one, the winner, the victor, but i do find it strange…

For those in power, holding power, wielding power; the strongest of men, women, and children…

i choose to honor those deemed to be weak, to be unworthy, as they are worthy of such accolades

with their enduring choice of sharing

their compassion

and with such, worthy of a life sharing

experience.

What would make me think of W’s today?

Well, I suppose it could be W is

underplayed.

With words we can represent

or

we can

display…

For those whose  minds are lined

what wonder W was

todayl

With

Winter

Who

Wins?

Why

Wonder…

We all are seconds of from and away

With

a

Word

and

World.

*

well

it’s been a bit but agent barton, some fun tonight…

look up

way

way

way

up

not outside, rather, inside. engineered safe, fail proof up-to-a-point

so, the countries want to rule the ‘deep ?

to win so to say

won?

so not only you but all the others will get

a taste

way down here

outside.

*

and it was

was it not?

Nice?

The mice know, outside now uncovered in the fields

The hawks know, as they ride random thermals

But such folly becomes the stuff of boredom while humanity strives for what they consider unknown…

Woofing while wondering…

What will bring fullness?

Strawberries and chocolate?

Syrup and whipped cream?

Really though, just watching waffles cook and be presented

on a plate

while waiting

is wonderful

(and, tasty)

no matter what anyone thinks.

The eye is an important part of  life. It is the part that defines light, mind, and biological physical.

Yellow.

Red.

Blue.

Black.

White…

‘Part’ is a worthy word denoting or describing a piece of many.

Water by itself is partly hydrogen and oxygen. Together they partner as water as part of eye.

Cells are parts of RNA and DNA along with elements from the periodic table. Together they partner as part of eye.

Much goes into the construction of the eye which is a part of the body…

The body. How interesting. Animal bodies. Fish bodies. Reptile bodies. Planetary bodies. The Body of God…

Spirit. Soul. Being.

Some would think differently about themselves if they came to understand the truth behind the body of i.

reason as to timing

so many years ago the moment arrived and fulfilled

so many years ago and yet a question remains, why?

what has changed in the human heart as it devours innocence and self?

something?

nothing?

a lot?

…

did it happen years ago or today or tomorrow?

sounding much like babble

or illness

or troubles…

it happened years ago when the moment arrived and was fulfilled

so strong and real

leaving so many questions as to why

with angst and joy leaving the reasons why

for tomorrow beyond tomorrows so far beyond it is

as if

it will never arrive.

the waters are muddy

.

the water are clear

.

the world is only

.

the world is

.

For some, a prison of which is a personal choice

to bind the scattered remnants of lost reality

.

For some, it is a gift to see beyond clear and murky waters. Far past the worlds and dreams…

To be

individual, unrecognizable, secluded, and yes,

free.

Time from this moment comes from what is

It is what

what is

nothing more than belief, a construct of sense

with escape some think

or

acceptance

but assurance as it is.

et tu old Brutis, as bawld worl entwines

net so maks tis this

man

woman

kind

muse la muskc

inside

oot

clok works on han.

Among the fancies and follies there exists

distractions.

Political ambitions and advocations

with some fomenting abominations

so to go around in circles the results desired:] Grand ambitions!

Hark and behold world, your world falters and you can’t even see it

feel

or try…

Yours is the season of technology to replace reason and rhyme

mine is of experience

Yours it the completion of feelings

mine has already arrived

Hand on the mane riding naked through a galaxy

Stars blurry and unworthy of guiding

following the vibrations

and yes

with a sigh

understanding…