Robin Lipinski

“Grow up,” said by so many mature individuals

“When will you grow up? When will you be a man/woman?” said by others

My question in rebuttal is, why?

Have you seen what adults do?

Have you felt the results of the decisions they render?

Look at the laws of the land

You used to be hung by the neck for stealing a horse

and now,

you have to wear helmets while riding a horse.

Children live in a world of dreams and fantasy

this is my world, a world of wonder, excitement, and yes

joy

So, never grow up

>>>learn to know<<<

yet refrain from sticking your tongue to a frozen flagpole

or try to change the minds of those who embrace

old.

Lin tok to to tok to lin

(and then)

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In between and following somewhat, the lines; existence of pictures and colors. Can you see them? i do and they ‘bend’ the screen, the computer, the window, and especially, the line.

There is no drug or substance. No mental illness. No injury to mind.

Actually, the only thing holding me here is definitely not of this world other than

a job to be done, situations to guide, and to a greater degree

the food… So much and so many.

Peanut butter

Bacon

Pizza

Spices

Pasta

Soup

Bread

Fruit

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and still the dance of infinity shows while giving peace to my mind.

The following is inspired and dedicated to the recent flavor-of-the month poster child, Greta Thunberg and any of like mind…

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Climate of hospitality, or so it seemed

Farmers tilled the soil to feed their families, fishermen dragged their nets in oceans to feed their countries, people lived and survived… until, they came.

Hypocrites and power hungry souls demanding saying, “Save. Save. Save!” which translated into reality actually sounds like, “Me. Me. Me!”

There is patience in the eyes of God, and love. That is for God… not for other creatures, creatures, entities, species… those around so much longer, and so much so much… it seems… strange.

How will it all play out?

This battle between power-hungry  fools?

Will God let them ‘win’?

Will creatures of bizarre forms succeed?

i really could not care less as it is an exercise in futility as always, always in every way

the Flames always win…

leaving a world then

to freeze.

Rolling across the frosted blue

a small orb of bright

Sunlight chasing crystal kisses

leaving shadows to try

to run and hid

For all the sparkle and bright

there in the audience such sensations of cold teasing warmth

with the fresh smell all around

of being alive.

words come and go, as if a revolving door

each pass showing a variation

a piece

of another

this sun above, crawling slowly across the sky seems as if it was the same as yesterday

or tomorrow

but it’s not, it is not the same and can never or will be

as strangely

it reveals past travels

back to the day

it never existed

and was soon to be

born.

What games they play, those wisps of reality

One here one there and everywhere, they exist

Fierce warriors or bleating idiots

one thing never changes…

The direction of the Sun rising and setting.

Hello computer. Another day, more pay, more light, more gray.

The best thing today was Sobo. That dog could brighten a black cave.

Thought about fishing, West Virginia, and of course, work.

Work, work, work…

Writing truly is therapy. I wonder, what would Sobo write if corgi’s could write?

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(written by Sobo)

Woof (Hi)

Woof woof (feed me!)

Woof woof woooof (feed me and feel happy!)

(lick)

(Sobo knows she can’t read or write, but with a simple lick speaks and writes volumes on the soul of such as me)

Thanks to Paul and a few other people, it was good to truly laugh the past couple of days. it really is true that laughter and smiles are the best medicine on this shithole planet. Actually… the planet has potential far more than those living on it and destroying what they don’t really want to understand. But, shithole is a very good description of a maggot infested planet feasting on those that understand.

So, lift the glasses high in a toast to those getting to really let out the tears of joy by laughter.

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Children know, they know more than a man killing another man

Happy dispositions know, they know more than righteous indignation

Even animals know, they know and smile when love is bestowed, better than to cower from a beating stick

So simple, really, to understand

To laugh while helping others

To laugh while being helped

To give comfort to those who are lonely, or sick

And with laughter sincere, no matter the age, gender, language, or location

for humans all sharing in such

it is so easy

to understand.

Flavored situations

Licking the edge of what holds the sweetness in

melting decadence of frozen thoughts

an oven door opens to compete

luring with crisp crust of  baked perfection

both to melt

the heart.

Words trigger parts of the mind into action. Such actions could be physical, some could be purely in the mind.

Giza triggered a memory. A pleasant memory.

Artists. Slaves. Royalty. Humans. Engineering. Construction. Life. Death.

Inspirational.

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They saw what they wanted to see

Beasts of burden straining under the lash

Still, time for a smile, some laughter, food, sleep

much like watching the rising and setting of the sun

Waters flowed both on the land and in the sky

Such was sweet

Fronds and grass

watching the brick makers slosh

the king sigh

children play

…

so much watching the living live

and die

…

They saw

they saw what they wanted to see

but they never knew it was they being watched by something so simple;

spider in a web.