Demeanor of such a soft feather
floating free of care
white and soft
beautiful.
With calmness covering an ocean storm
making of a island only not of sand
soft and warm
beautiful.
In her fury resides the calm of knowledge
giving pathway towards ignorance ending
Excitement matching excitement
such a glow inside…
Outside the picture of stillness
Inside the scene of such raw cunning
in her i find…
String theory
Chaos theory
Theoretical physics, math, social understanding…
Humans are theory and therefore
inspirational…
***
Shy laid shy waid
Smooth whit skeen sootch this passhion sceen
Shy wit smille, hear moond sof as tung plae…
Ohwa moand, shy fianger classp tite
Whit u sootch sensa’son, thow mis
Shy heerd a pleesing whisp o
sootch naw
braeez.
***
(humanity and its pleasures mixed in stillness with the cruelty of hate…and yet somehow, someway, a tiny tincture of love remains in a plucked flower)
Wine or weed?
A bit of cultured conversation
with a twist of ironic
humor…
Friends come… in many flavors
Birds
Beasts
Wind
Of course, with a shake of head
without wine
without weed
a cat being played with a cat
it
is.
(meow)
Ever meet one? A dragon.
A lot written about dragons. A lot of cartoons, movies, books, even the Chinese have the year of the dragon.
So, what is a dragon? A lizard? A fire breathing lizard? A gold loving entity?
Ha!
Dragons exist… Oh yes, they surely do. Ever watch dragons fight? Probably not as it is not healthy for the environment that dragons do battle in.
Testy. Now that is a good word to describe dragons. Methodical is another. Strange, another.
You wouldn’t believe me about what dragons truly are, but at least they are inspirational.
***
For in form they exist
only to satisfy the ocular, the moment…
Able to soar, to swim, to crawl, to sleep…
always with one eye
awake.
Aloof, yes, for such the mundane is so boooooring
Secretive? For sure, as who would believe them?
Blood is the secret weapon of the Dragon
simple really
but only…
That they come and stay
they are
coming…
Be careful though, as in their cunning
in their traditions and ways
they can leave one crying and wailing
or
in shock of
create a World where wonder is King
and joy is just a beginning…
White body free from glare, almost stippled hair, and bright
Clear wings of obsidian glass forged in fire, a window to see through and believe
Overlaid in brown complete with a pole, the four flags of journey announced
this
a wonderful creature taking wing today
briefly resting twice to stare and with such vocal silence let sing
music…
and after such smiles, we went on to live the day.
Court is now in session. The herd of humanity presides. (a mumbling sound arises from all walks of life with every combination of faith, ideals, beliefs, and reasons)
First order of business. We are here to judge God.
“There is no God!”
“God is love!”
“All hail gold!”
“Can’t we all just get along and fuck?”
(smacking the gavel, the herd speaks in unison, ‘you’re out of order!’)
***
Silly? Not really. For some of you you have read, ‘Judge not lest yea be judged…’ And yet that is all humans do. Each and every one. Humans are great at coming to a decision about everything on this world and that includes God.
If I judge Muslims as following an angel named, Lucifer, some would find that judgement to be evil or blasphemous while others would smile in agreement.
If. Such a wonderful word, if. “If they do that than I…” or “If only they…” or in so many situations, if, if, if… If is actually a way, a means of justifying judgement.
To mentally judge everything in this world is normal. That is just how it all works. “That apple has a bruise therefore it must be bad,” a normal shopper judges.
Boring. Almost sounding like a form of sermon. So, let me get to facts: The people. The herd. Humanity. This species judges situations to the point where they take lives of others.
A socialist or communist uses/used force to kill and replace governments all over this planet. Cuba, Venezuela, and so many other places.
English, Spanish, Russian’s (Alaska), French, came to what is now known as the United States and killed in the name of themselves and even invoked God.
Of course, an endless list of judgements where one decides on who shall live and who shall die.
It is sad to see such ignorance but at least it is good for having the ability to have eyes to see the ignorance and understand it.
Muslims killing Christians. Christians killing Muslims. Gay, transgenders ‘killing’ the beliefs of people not believing like them. People ‘killing’ the beliefs of Gay, transgenders (and all other forms of sexual identities).
Killing is bad. No doubt about it. It is only justified by using means that make it acceptable to those doing the killing. So, in other words, killing is wrong for any reason.
“Oh yeah? You kill animals for food. So that is wrong also!” Said by those of the jury so set in their ways and just loving to judge those who kill animals for food, or sport, or defense…
Thus, the main reason for all this judgement is that humans are all killers. Each and every one. A perfect judging and killing machine.
Now, a good question. Why would, or why did, God create such a creature? And why would God send a Son, have that Son die for ‘humans’? And this is where I stop writing for this article. I stop because the answer is obvious and yet so few see or understand it.
Yet… Humans…You… You judge for yourself the reason why.
Music. A lovely word for me. I truly love music. Always have always will.
Probably not much different than many other ‘people’. Music just flows in the blood and sets us all apart from such creatures as gophers and ants.
Lovely to listen to. Lovely to make. Is music love? I think… Yes!
War is fought to the sounds of chaos and explosions. Screams. Death.
Music heals. Music creates.
Thank God…
for
music so simple sounding even from a beating heart.
Inside there is
Indifferent is a common theme for this world
Insufferable shows its face
In as much, there is such, anger overflowing
In countries filled with opinion and voice
Insidious intent?
Interesting
in this it leads
Indigestion
Inflicting
Injury
Inside there is.
Moo
Moo
Moooooo and mooore
By direction the herd is directed
driven enmass
to societies corral
I say, fuck society fed by self-delusions
visions of power
and bread
Fuck the world so many hold dear like a cow let loose on fresh grasses
leaving a pasture of patties called technology
and a herd of cruel, heartless, selfish, greedy, corrupt,…,
oh wait a minute, “Moooo Moo Moo…” (translated: I have a new text message)
Subliminal with a wee bit tad
of flavor
Hidden nuances bouncing naked
like such sway of goldfish with tits
Squirming mud wrestling wenches in K-Y
paid for by Coke
Oh cold Summer
time to munch on rye and cheese.
Robin Lipinski 