Robin Lipinski

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.

Lagging motions; swept aside

Sporadic intentions half-cocked

Limp to rock hard; seeming direction

Yes, it works

is is and always has

though the lazy cannot, nor can they, understand it

Power, you see, always the power

in work

in play

Thus the motions of the pieces come together

far into the future

the picture is complete

With such time there is honor

laws set and made

so much to do, so much indeed, it all works with grace,

thankfully…

Layer for a goal,

that being to glide as slicing a part of life into

flavor

With one touch into a motion of turbulence

flipping open such emotions of wet and dry

a warm glow

Just another day

a day full

to the brim

Life of i